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fireintothesky.livejournal.com) wrote in
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.

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Well, I don't know... I can't just go making exceptions for everyone, you realize.
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You've said it yourself, his colour's all off. He's a bit small, too...
[casts an appraising eye on the plant]
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He'll be all your responsibility. Can you handle that?
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All right, all right. See that you do.
And I'd better not see leaves all over the carpet.