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Oct. 21st, 2005 11:46 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
notcalledlizzieElizabeth is lying, curled up on her bed with a stuffed bear.
A small, neatly wrapped box is sitting on the bedside table.
She's trying to read; the same book she's been reading ever since she was in the library after Speech class.
Her mind keeps flashing back to the trip she made to Mali and the Ivory Coast. She can hardly believe how young and naive she had been. How back then she thought that she could help change the world.
She seems to reread the same paragraph over and over again
"A tumble? Oh, yes - out of the swing," said Katy, as it all came slowly back to her. "Did the rope break, Aunt Izzie? I can't remember about it."
She always reached for books from her childhood whenever she felt down.
A small, neatly wrapped box is sitting on the bedside table.
She's trying to read; the same book she's been reading ever since she was in the library after Speech class.
Her mind keeps flashing back to the trip she made to Mali and the Ivory Coast. She can hardly believe how young and naive she had been. How back then she thought that she could help change the world.
She seems to reread the same paragraph over and over again
"A tumble? Oh, yes - out of the swing," said Katy, as it all came slowly back to her. "Did the rope break, Aunt Izzie? I can't remember about it."
She always reached for books from her childhood whenever she felt down.
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Date: 2005-10-22 03:11 pm (UTC)*doesn't sound at all convinced*
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Date: 2005-10-22 03:20 pm (UTC)*frowns* How fluffy are you going to make me?
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Date: 2005-10-22 03:22 pm (UTC)*she resists the urge to ruffle his hair*
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Date: 2005-10-22 03:26 pm (UTC)I'm not Lee.no subject
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Date: 2005-10-22 03:32 pm (UTC)Lee doesn't share his lace.no subject
Date: 2005-10-22 03:34 pm (UTC)Not even with you? Wowno subject
Date: 2005-10-22 03:56 pm (UTC)Maybe if I pretend to be Crichton.no subject
Date: 2005-10-22 03:59 pm (UTC)That could work...no subject
Date: 2005-10-22 04:01 pm (UTC)*frowns and looks at his hands* Can you take it off now before we go to the diner?
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Date: 2005-10-22 04:03 pm (UTC)*tosses the nail remover bottle to him* It'll be easier if you do it yourself. *pulls out cotton wool balls*
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Date: 2005-10-22 04:06 pm (UTC)Open bottle. Put cotton wool to top of bottle. Tip so liquid comes onto cotton wool. Use cotton wool to wipe the pretty colors off your hands.
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