http://olyabird.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] olyabird.livejournal.com) wrote in [personal profile] notabricklayer 2010-08-04 04:20 am (UTC)

She looks up at him, that same ghost of a smile moving over her features. Her hand rests on his chest for just a moment (an eternity between heartbeats) and then she's moving into the corridor.

"What are -- pee-cans?"

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