Date: 2010-08-12 12:33 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] thepainted-lady.livejournal.com
After a moment she moved to perch on the edge of the sofa, not sure what else to do. She cradled her cup, letting the warmth near burn her fingers, but it couldn't reach the cold place inside. It seemed there was just time to wait, now.
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