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realityshifted2008-10-19 09:32 pm
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Dossier Nineteen
[Henrietta is cradling a small potted plant protectively against her chest, looking back and forth as though someone might appear to take it from her. Quietly, she tells it,]
I'll take you back later, after I talk to him, okay? I know there's no sun, but we'll find someplace nice. I promise.
I'll take you back later, after I talk to him, okay? I know there's no sun, but we'll find someplace nice. I promise.
