Sep 14, 2008 17:23
Where are my house keys?
[Miley is searching through her purse, an annoyed frown on her face.]
My house and car keys, gone. I can't remember how I arrived at this part of town at all, either.
I have work I need to do. The trial starts tomorrow.
[an annoyed sigh]
I am never attending another dinner party again.
the workaholic in me,
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I'll miss a taxi, at this rate.
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Good luck with that! [She really means it, but she'll feel bad if you can't get home.]
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It's not a matter of luck...
Pocket dimensions aren't the sort of thing you'd hear outside of science fiction novels.
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