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For some time, he'd been anticipating the date with no small amount of trepidation. Now that it was here, though, Sasan was rather pleased to find out that Day #366 of his island stay was really not that much different from all the rest of them. For a given value of the word 'pleased,' anyway. He woke up, had a light breakfast and a short run, put Mimi down for a nap, went to find something to read... unfortunate anniversary or not, things seemed to be business as usual. Until he got to that last item, at least.
Apparently, the bookcase's constant reluctance to offer him anything of real cultural relevance (that was to say, anything from beyond the summer of 2005) was for Sasan's own protection. Because all of a sudden, he was staring at the April 16th, 2007 issue of Us Weekly and having a tough time making heads or tails of it.
"Gah!" he yelped, instinctively tossing the thing across half of the rec room as its meaning finally clicked into place. Tori couldn't take care of a house plant without help, how in the hell was she supposed to handle a baby?
Stalking across the room to pick up the magazine from where it lay like a dead paper crane, questions swirled through his mind. Why hadn't anyone pointed out the insanity of it all? Since when was Tori big enough to warrant a cover story? What the hell was a Dean McDermott?
"I leave for a year and she pulls a Britney," he muttered incredulously, on his way to stuffing it back onto the shelf. Maybe if he ignored it, it would turn out to be some sort of delusion brought on by eating too many mangoes. However, as he did so, another headline caught his eye.
Different magazine. Different date. Different baby.
"Gaaah!" he yelled, again flinging the rag across the room, where it landed at someone's feet.
He was too afraid to look at the shelf a third time.
[[Yay one year anniversary! ST/LT = yes]]
Apparently, the bookcase's constant reluctance to offer him anything of real cultural relevance (that was to say, anything from beyond the summer of 2005) was for Sasan's own protection. Because all of a sudden, he was staring at the April 16th, 2007 issue of Us Weekly and having a tough time making heads or tails of it.
"Gah!" he yelped, instinctively tossing the thing across half of the rec room as its meaning finally clicked into place. Tori couldn't take care of a house plant without help, how in the hell was she supposed to handle a baby?
Stalking across the room to pick up the magazine from where it lay like a dead paper crane, questions swirled through his mind. Why hadn't anyone pointed out the insanity of it all? Since when was Tori big enough to warrant a cover story? What the hell was a Dean McDermott?
"I leave for a year and she pulls a Britney," he muttered incredulously, on his way to stuffing it back onto the shelf. Maybe if he ignored it, it would turn out to be some sort of delusion brought on by eating too many mangoes. However, as he did so, another headline caught his eye.
Different magazine. Different date. Different baby.
"Gaaah!" he yelled, again flinging the rag across the room, where it landed at someone's feet.
He was too afraid to look at the shelf a third time.
[[Yay one year anniversary! ST/LT = yes]]