*This is the point at which he'd like to say something bitter and sarcastic and sort-of-tough like everything or what fucking isn't or nothing, just murders left and right and maybe light up a cigarette. But Peter hasn't eaten or slept or spoken in a good long while and just the sight of her is such a tremendous relief that what comes out instead is a dry little croak, half-sob.*
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Date: 2011-09-06 05:02 pm (UTC)--the paper--