Room 213 [Saturday afternoon]
Rory laid on her bed, staring at the ceiling and eating Red Vines.
If she let herself feel, or think about just a fraction of what Anakin had told her, she would start crying again, and she was so sick of crying.
So for now, it was numbness and counting the spots on her ceiling.
( And lo, there was a Luke at the door )
If she let herself feel, or think about just a fraction of what Anakin had told her, she would start crying again, and she was so sick of crying.
So for now, it was numbness and counting the spots on her ceiling.
( And lo, there was a Luke at the door )
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