Holly laughed, an edge of weariness to the sound. She cast her eyes up toward the ceiling, exposed duct-work and white tile crisscrossing over their heads.
"Oh, god. That question." Her expression sobered. "I have no idea. Maybe that's why I'm always a little jealous of people who do. Like, 'what do you have that I don't?' Oh, right, a plan."
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on 2013-10-08 01:11 am (UTC)"Oh, god. That question." Her expression sobered. "I have no idea. Maybe that's why I'm always a little jealous of people who do. Like, 'what do you have that I don't?' Oh, right, a plan."