"Well you tell me. Two years ago this Monday a good friend died. We found out later it was because of alien stuff." No, Isabel was not still bitter about that. "This week last year? I left for my six months on Antar. Now this. Next year? I swear to god, screw college. I'm going to a deserted island and hiding."
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Date: 2008-03-09 02:14 am (UTC)