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25 Unicorn Street, Thursday Evening
Nov. 22nd, 2007 08:33 amSome people just didn't have a lot of 'thanks' in their lives.
Which is why, unlike a good chunk of the Fandom population, Kerrigan wasn't giving any tonight. She was in the kitchen instead, quietly sifting through her fridge to find enough materials to make something edible with.
The house was dark. As it usually was. Empty and quiet.
Almost like space. Just not quite.
She thought of Michael Liberty and Jim Raynor, talking on the Hyperion, and smiled -- a little bit -- at herself. Not with any particular joy, but with a rueful sense of place, affection for men she was starting to think she was likely never to see again.
[wait for weetiny ocd of ocd UP. for one person in particular, with the exception of a certain sheriff who can visit at 10:00 or later if he waaants. up early because our timezone ROCKS yours ]
Which is why, unlike a good chunk of the Fandom population, Kerrigan wasn't giving any tonight. She was in the kitchen instead, quietly sifting through her fridge to find enough materials to make something edible with.
The house was dark. As it usually was. Empty and quiet.
Almost like space. Just not quite.
She thought of Michael Liberty and Jim Raynor, talking on the Hyperion, and smiled -- a little bit -- at herself. Not with any particular joy, but with a rueful sense of place, affection for men she was starting to think she was likely never to see again.
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