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[Nov. 13th, 2010|01:15 pm] |
*wakes up one morning and, upon seeing the snowglobe glittering prettily on the bedside table, decides it's time to reach past Menegroth's safe, closed walls*
*dials his aunt and spends a good hour on the phone, surprising himself with how light he feels once he hangs up (he hadn't expected to laugh so much, maybe—was Carol always this funny, or is it the simple relief of hearing her voice again?)*
*is still riding the high when he hits the next speed-dial, almost without thinking* |
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