May 16, 2006 01:41
Gawain leads the way, stepping only on the top step of the front stoop - the other two get leapt over - and swinging into the house with even more energy than usual.
He's worried. It won't do to act it.
memory loss,
tea,
mordred
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He pulls out the chairs at the kitchen table. "Have a seat?" he says, "It'll be a minute."
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"Well," he says. And then stops, considering.
"This doesn't look familar, does it?" he finally asks.
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