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Jul 06, 2006 10:42

Well, I think the shoes were a hit, if the high pitched noises and impromptu runway modeling were any indication. (Bit of a present for me and Wes too, if you ask me. Our girlfriend is hot.)

//Locked because I... might be hiding like a girly-man.//

Not sure how Wesley's present went over just yet. Because I, Lindsey McDonald, the evil lawyer who has laughed or at least smirked in the face of death, handed it to him and pulled the "I have to... do something" maneuver and am now hiding.

I told him it wasn't as valuable as the edition she gave him. (Working with a limited budget here, after all.) And that it was stupid to only read half of a story. (Didn't get him Purgatorio because it looked boring, but now he owns both the parts that count, right?)

I know it's stupid to be so worried about this, but I've seen how a wrong turn of phrase can end with him locked in his room drinking and listening to Cat Steven's sing 'Father and Son' on loop for a couple hours. He's got a past that probably shouldn't be tampered with, and here I am, charging right on into it.

It seemed like such a good idea at the time...

//Unlock//
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