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robinonadderall) wrote2013-06-19 05:09 pm
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Room 329 | Wednesday Evening
Stiles was not making his usual trip to the bar tonight. Not because he was avoiding Derek (yes he was), but because he was very busy (no he wasn't). Very busy. He had a portal for Beacon Hills to book. And Lydia to text. And Taylor Swift to listen to. Mostly Taylor Swift to listen to.
Hers was the music of sadness.
[Elaine made me. Door and post are open]
Hers was the music of sadness.
[Elaine made me. Door and post are open]
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She tilted her head, like she was curious. "And how does that make you feel?"
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Although give her a few years and she wasn't going to think there were any other people like her. Pale imitations, maybe.
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More confusing, but refreshing.
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Left a few bruises, though!
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Because it helped to draw attention to it.
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And yet there was still going to be that whole Todd fiasco.
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