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I could've been redeemed
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2011-07-22 03:54 am (UTC)
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[..oh?
Really, this talking through a door thing... Slowly, he shuffles off the bed and straightens out his night shirt (a bit too big because he likes it that way, okok), tugs more hair over his eyes before he reaches the door, wills himself to open it.]
You do?
[Said quietly.]
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Date: 2011-07-22 03:54 am (UTC)Really, this talking through a door thing... Slowly, he shuffles off the bed and straightens out his night shirt (a bit too big because he likes it that way, okok), tugs more hair over his eyes before he reaches the door, wills himself to open it.]
You do?
[Said quietly.]