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Nov. 22nd, 2010 08:31 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
notabricklayerMcCoy is awake, standing at the bay window, watching the sun rise over the mountains, a steaming mug of coffee in his hands.
It's been a week.
He has to go back. If he doesn't go back, there will never be a day where he'll up and decide to go back. It will be put off and put off until he's forgotten there ever was a Starship Enterprise.
Knowing he should doesn't make it any easier.
It's been a week.
He has to go back. If he doesn't go back, there will never be a day where he'll up and decide to go back. It will be put off and put off until he's forgotten there ever was a Starship Enterprise.
Knowing he should doesn't make it any easier.
