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[Oct. 24th, 2008|12:11 pm] |
*meanders back to her hotel after stopping to pick up a bottle of wine or three*
*calls to invite Nerdanel for a drink in*
*mentally practices ways to say "you know your ex-husband is seeing my ex-daughter-in-law?"* *no, that's impossible to make it sound better than that* |
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[Feb. 20th, 2008|08:09 pm] |
*Emerges from his office after a long day's research to discover that the entire student body is in an uproar about some kind of violent assault.*
*Mutters* Yes, that's right. You don't give a crap about the great vowel shift but as soon as some drunken freshman pokes someone in the eye with a penknife is like soooo exciting, like oh my god.
*Shudders*
*Eventually hears about who exactly was involved on the grapevine.*
*Immediately calls Nerdanel.* |
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[Feb. 19th, 2008|09:02 pm] |
*receives a rambling voicemail from her husband's sister-in-law involving the words "hospital" and "sons"*
*orders her cab driver to spontaneously invent the flying automobile, with rather limited success*
*rushes into the hospital at full speed before finding a bit of calm somewhere deep down* *is fairly sure Anairë made no mention of funeral parlors, so how bad can it be?*
*tracks her down soon enough* I think I much prefer meeting while linen-shopping. |
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disappointed
scared