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izzyalienqueen) wrote2006-11-03 07:59 pm
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Room 406, Friday afternoon
After all the walking in Washington yesterday, Isabel enjoyed sleeping in on Friday morning. The break had been relaxing, mostly because she’d let a lot of her reading and school work slide for the week. But now it was almost over. Which meant it was time to buckle down and play catch up. Sitting on her bed with the laptop open, Isabel continued researching submarines for her paper in War Theory.
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Max had frozen out on the deck, throat working. "Isabel?"
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Then he hung up.
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