Sep 07, 2011 22:22
It was colder here, colder than she'd expected. She certainly had never expected to be here, on the doorstep of her oldest enemies. But a newer enemy had hurt her more deeply than she would have thought possible, and she had come to do the most unlikely thing of all: ask for their help. She raised a gloved hand and rapped it against the door.
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Surely the singular object of his rusty, malformed affections was not actually standing there on his doorstep. Oh, no. That simply wasn't possible.
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