Feb 02, 2010 11:51
[Something goes 'thump' in the snow, and then the quiet 'crunch, crunch, crunch' of approaching footsteps can be heard. Silence lingers for a moment before something -- cloth -- scrapes over the communicator's microphone. There's more silence, and then:]
Someone here must like me.
snow!,
now where am i?,
he's back!,
okay then discedo,
getting sick of this place
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