"Poetry, while pretty, outlasts its usefulness quickly," Kerrigan said, and cocked her head. "But call me an oldfashioned kind of gal-- I like to gloat."
A pause, then: "What of him now, then?" she asked, mental fingers prying ever-gently at the weak spot she'd created.
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Date: 2011-04-22 05:28 pm (UTC)A pause, then: "What of him now, then?" she asked, mental fingers prying ever-gently at the weak spot she'd created.