"They're real. I feel what she feels. I've woken up angry, smug, ar...Oh it doesn't matter what. I just know it's not me, I've never felt anything like that." Isabel pulled away and unconsciously reached up to rub her shoulder. "Alex is, was, a friend of mine back in Roswell. But he’s dead.”
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Date: 2006-11-08 12:36 pm (UTC)