Nov 13, 2012 21:24
[Outside the station, having been given the rundown, keys to her new crib, and her fancy new phone, Ruby grumbles to herself that they didn't give her a jacket to go with it. She rolls down the sleeves of her overshirt then begins fiddling with the cell phone. Oh, hey. Texting! She totally knows how to do that. And will be faster than calling each individual person and going "What. The hell. Is going on?"
So she taps out a quick text, thumbs moving across the keyboard.]
Anybody want to tell me how I went from Maine to this new place without any sort of magic? I didn't click my heels. Don't own a flying carpet.
Any help would be appreciated.
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Now to wait for a reply.]
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