Cigars

May 13, 2012 04:20

"Director Shepard, a box of cigars arrived for you today."
"Cynthia, I don't smoke."
"I know, Director.  What should I do with them?"
"Don't touch them.  Put me through to Abby."

[note: set for Monday 5/14]

[verse] new york bound, [plot] new york bound, [plot] old life reclaimed, [post] fic: drabble, [post] fic: misc., [plot] ghosts, [with] cynthia sumner, [with] abby sciuto

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