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25 Unicorn Street, Sunday Afternoon
Aug. 17th, 2008 11:14 amThe wedding was done with, and she was home. Or at least in that place that she'd been living in for almost a year now, where the bed and the nooks and the crannies had shaped themselves to her curves and the fridge ran over with ice cream.
When she opened the door, the first thing Kerrigan noticed was the static. The ordinary kind, the kind that hadn't been blaring in her mind since she was taken from Char: it was the transmitter.
She raced to get there, sitting down and slamming her first into the machine until it cleared up. "Jimmy?"
( Another phone call. )
[ establishy, plz. ]
When she opened the door, the first thing Kerrigan noticed was the static. The ordinary kind, the kind that hadn't been blaring in her mind since she was taken from Char: it was the transmitter.
She raced to get there, sitting down and slamming her first into the machine until it cleared up. "Jimmy?"
( Another phone call. )
[ establishy, plz. ]
