"What did you do to your hair?" was the first thing Judas asked, stepping slowly into the room. He hadn't come here for the hippy free-love treatment. He never came here because it was easy. He wanted to yank his hands out of hers, but he was more concerned for her mental well-being than for himself. "Did I leave some weed behind last time or something?"
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Date: 2012-08-09 12:39 pm (UTC)