𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐞 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐬 (
larue
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2014-08-11 11:13 am (UTC)
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[ ...Mom. ]
One year, nine days.
[ His shoulders are hunching now. His voice is getting smaller and smaller. ]
Give... or take... with the time... difference.
[ He's leaning forward, ducking his head and rubbing the back of his neck with one hand.
A year.
A fucking
year.
He squeezes his eyes shut. ]
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One year, nine days. [ His shoulders are hunching now. His voice is getting smaller and smaller. ] Give... or take... with the time... difference.
[ He's leaning forward, ducking his head and rubbing the back of his neck with one hand.
A year.
A fucking year.
He squeezes his eyes shut. ]