Xander, his face a color that might have been better suited to, well, a Mountie uniform, wiped off the board with his sleeve, wrote, then held it up again, not looking directly at her.
//There is no morning. There is only Zul me leaving.//
He cleared and scrawled again, and held the board up over his shoulder as he grabbed his keys from his desk and headed out the door.
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Date: 2006-02-05 05:00 am (UTC)There is only
Zulme leaving.//
He cleared and scrawled again, and held the board up over his shoulder as he grabbed his keys from his desk and headed out the door.
Someday.
Plz feed frog if not.//