No, no, no. You stay and do your thing, Baby. We really are alright. I think tomorrow my limbs are going to hate me so I plan to lie in bed and make Mumsie take care of me, but we're fine. Just a little freaked. She didn't get a chance to touch either of us, I just ran. I figured...hell running was better than standing there. My lungs might hate me tomorrow too...
It really, really was. Fuck, Spectre, the things she said about James...
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Date: 2009-01-17 09:16 am (UTC)It really, really was. Fuck, Spectre, the things she said about James...