"They might not accept you, but at the same time, they don't expect you to meet their demands constantly," she said nodding her head. There was a small noise coming from her lap. Isabel looked down, amused to find that hedgehogs could snore. She carefully lifted Greg up and settled him on his pillow. "Speaking of not accepting you, how are things with Rory? Still calm?"
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Date: 2006-06-22 04:07 am (UTC)