This world is so familiar, yet more reminiscent of her past than the present. She thinks of the man she encountered in the lobby, and of that painful moment of regonition and rejection.
"I'm ready to go home." Her eyes narrow. "Can you say the same? You're running from something, kid. Not running to. I'm old enough to know the difference."
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Date: 2007-08-22 10:23 pm (UTC)"I'm ready to go home." Her eyes narrow. "Can you say the same? You're running from something, kid. Not running to. I'm old enough to know the difference."