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on_her_korhal) wrote2008-04-22 11:06 am
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Office Hours, Tuesday
Sarah Kerrigan was hunched back in her chair, feet to the floor, making little circles. Circling, circling...
It wouldn't be much longer, now. Home. Christ.
Funny how you can prepare something for months and still find yourself completely jarred by it. She ran a hand through her hair, then sat a little forward again. Finals week...
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It wouldn't be much longer, now. Home. Christ.
Funny how you can prepare something for months and still find yourself completely jarred by it. She ran a hand through her hair, then sat a little forward again. Finals week...
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Morning. She headed stright for the coffee maker, prepared to make two cups.
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"...What is this?"
She stared at the cup. Her eyes narrowed.
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With an eerily predator-like sense of purpose, she stalked towards the coffee maker, bent down, and squinted at the--
"Decaf."
She stared.
"I'm going to kill Stinson."
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She dropped backwards into her chair.
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She stared at the cup.
"Why are you so convinced you've got no options?"
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But words might not quite explain why she felt that it meant choosing a direction that led away from fandom, back into her past, and how she still couldn't see a way beyond.
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She could even say it without laughing, now.
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