Maryanne Elizabeth Walker (maryanne_walker) wrote in spinningcompass, @ 2014-10-01 02:11:00 |
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Maryanne made short work of the distance between the bookshop and the house. Even now it hurt not to think of it as home. Not her home. But as she stood on the lawn staring up at the windows on the second floor, she forced herself to swallow the sorrow for what she lost. The book clutched carefully in her jaw, she climbed up to Bucky's window. Nudging it a little more open than he had left it as she slid in. |