"My fingers are crossed," Isabel whispered, slipping her arms around Greg's waist and leaning against his shoulder with a sigh. "It went. It wasn't as easy as I thought it was going to be. That's why I was there so long." She closed her eyes, concentrating on the feel of him. "I want to sleep. I don't think I've slept for more then an hour at a time for days. But I've been having bad dreams."
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Date: 2006-08-20 01:36 am (UTC)