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25 Unicorn Street, Sunday Morning
Jun. 15th, 2008 04:44 pmThe news about the store hadn't concerned her much. Part of her felt like she probably should've reacted more-- but it seemed frivolous, somehow. Unimportant.
The smoke, though. The smoke was something else.
Early in the morning, Kerrigan had made it out the door only to stand, transfixed, watching it billow. Then something in her had compelled her to flee back inside; and that was were she was, leaning up against the front door with her eyes closed, trying not to think about volcanoes, lava streams, and a planet called Char.
It wasn't really working, and the buzzing voices in her mind were getting louder. She banged her head softly off the door and willed herself to stop being so...
Whatever it was.
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The smoke, though. The smoke was something else.
Early in the morning, Kerrigan had made it out the door only to stand, transfixed, watching it billow. Then something in her had compelled her to flee back inside; and that was were she was, leaning up against the front door with her eyes closed, trying not to think about volcanoes, lava streams, and a planet called Char.
It wasn't really working, and the buzzing voices in her mind were getting louder. She banged her head softly off the door and willed herself to stop being so...
Whatever it was.
[ open, if anyone has any reason to come by ]
