"Then what do you want to do?" I ask, long-suffering and acting as though Joe is the very bane of my existence, as if that smile doesn't make something fall in my stomach and send a shiver down my back, as if those words aren't as welcome as they are.
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Date: 2009-02-13 10:56 pm (UTC)"I'm wearing pink," I point out in disgust.