Cissie's back was beginning to hurt from the way she was slouched over, so she shifted, moving to sit up. They were about eye level now and she leaned her head against the mattress to smile at him fondly. "Hate to tell you, but that's not going to happen. Now that we know you're back, you're probably not going to have a moment's peace--not in real time, anyway."
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Date: 2008-10-06 06:33 pm (UTC)