Date: 2007-01-20 10:26 pm (UTC)
shelley_winters: (Huddled up)
When he returns, the book is on the floor, pages torn roughly out, and largely screwed up in the bin, although a few lie scattered on the floor where she had missed them.

Shelley herself in sitting on the floor, against the bed, one shoe off, the other still on, her eyes closed.

"...What are they?"
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