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Nov. 6th, 2010 09:18 amHAPPY BIRTHDAY BECCA!
ETA: Apparently you get an offensive mango.
ETA: Apparently you get an offensive mango.
Nov. 6th, 2010
The table was moving again.
Solid oak legs scraped across the stone floor in the kitchen, and the screech of it came to her even through the floor of her bedroom, the thick carpet, the pillow wrapped around her head. Her fingers clawed deep into down-filled cotton and frustrated tears leaked from the corners of her eyes.
“Stop it!” she shrieked, with a disgusting pleading note in her voice.
A pause.
The faintest breathless hint of a giggle.
Once more that inexorable screech.
If she’d known they’d remain this disobedient even after, she thought, she never would have killed them.
Solid oak legs scraped across the stone floor in the kitchen, and the screech of it came to her even through the floor of her bedroom, the thick carpet, the pillow wrapped around her head. Her fingers clawed deep into down-filled cotton and frustrated tears leaked from the corners of her eyes.
“Stop it!” she shrieked, with a disgusting pleading note in her voice.
A pause.
The faintest breathless hint of a giggle.
Once more that inexorable screech.
If she’d known they’d remain this disobedient even after, she thought, she never would have killed them.
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