One hand gingerly explores her curiously tight-feeling forehead. Shelley frowns, then stops when it pulls oddly as she discovers the dressing stuck over her temple.
"Um. Morning. What...?"
She can't quite remember how she got that. It's disconcerting, to say the least.
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Date: 2007-06-10 11:03 pm (UTC)"Um. Morning. What...?"
She can't quite remember how she got that. It's disconcerting, to say the least.