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[Feb. 25th, 2008|11:43 am] |
Who: Temperance Brennan, Open
What: Entrance
( ...Polo. )
She stopped dead, taking in the flagstone floor, the wooden tables and chairs, the oil lamps and crackling fireplace, and took an uncertain step back, her eyes travelling to the heavy oak door. To go back would be to face the bemused, derisive, and - worst of all - sympathetic stares of her classmates. To go forward... she didn't even know. And so instead she found herself standing there frozen, caught in indecision. |
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