"It's a possibility," she said. "And don't you think I've tried to stop it? But I can't. And it's only getting worse." A lack of good, solid sleep was making Isabel frustrated and angry. "What was I supposed to say? I'm plotting my brother's downfall in my dreams? Or even better? I apparently like semi-violent sex?"
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Date: 2006-11-08 12:45 pm (UTC)