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From Ghosts, by uberaeryn; Wes, on Fred:
He leaned back in his chair and watched her as she delicately stepped over and across and around the detritus that littered his office, and he slid his chair back as she eased herself between him and his desk. He wondered again how she could be such an odd combination of awkward colt and lithe dancer, as if both aspects were inherent to her and both flowed together fluidly to define who she was.
He leaned back in his chair and watched her as she delicately stepped over and across and around the detritus that littered his office, and he slid his chair back as she eased herself between him and his desk. He wondered again how she could be such an odd combination of awkward colt and lithe dancer, as if both aspects were inherent to her and both flowed together fluidly to define who she was.