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New France
Dec. 29th, 2005 08:06 pm"Hey."
The sunlight filtering in is nice and strong; it lights up Beth's face like a spotlight. Sitting up, Spike tests his arm -- not too bad, but he'll wrap it up -- and his ribs. Yeah, still sore as hell. He might wrap them, too, just for the walking around part.
He rubs Beth's shoulder: he has the feeling she probably won't want to sleep through the day the weather people have cooked up for them. And despite the huge dinner they ate the night before, there's nothing wrong with his stomach; it's making noise again.
Gently, gently, he stretches out as much as he can. He hasn't smoked since Mars.
The sunlight filtering in is nice and strong; it lights up Beth's face like a spotlight. Sitting up, Spike tests his arm -- not too bad, but he'll wrap it up -- and his ribs. Yeah, still sore as hell. He might wrap them, too, just for the walking around part.
He rubs Beth's shoulder: he has the feeling she probably won't want to sleep through the day the weather people have cooked up for them. And despite the huge dinner they ate the night before, there's nothing wrong with his stomach; it's making noise again.
Gently, gently, he stretches out as much as he can. He hasn't smoked since Mars.
