There was a heavy thud as May landed onto the floor of her boyfriend's room. She rolled up her mask and stretched before flopping on one of the chairs and put up her legs on the desk to lean back. She undid the bun that held her hair and closed her eyes. It had been a week, a WEEK. And no phone call.
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Date: 2009-10-24 02:29 am (UTC)Jerk.