Aug 28, 2010 23:27
Juliet runs through the darkened barracks, grateful for the lampposts that were lighting her way. Halfway to Ben's house, the rain had started, and with a vengeance, and within seconds she was soaked. There was little recourse but to book it to Ben's, and eventually she stood shivering on his doorstep, pounding on the door.
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Juliet. Hello. You're wet.
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And you have excellent powers of observation. Am I interrupting anything?
She shivers again.
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How are you?
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