[how he does it, she can't understand. it's like some hidden talent.]
i was headed somewhere, in a city i can't place, feeling more exhausted than i ever have. and i was carrying a notebook, some kind of dossier with profiles in it. i've seen those kind of things before, but never one where all the dates were from the 19th century.
[that had been weird, when she woke up, but at the time, it had seemed perfectly natural. but fair is fair - he told her about magic, she can tell him about what vaguely strikes her as some research project of the dead.]
now i have fifteen more questions than i went to bed with. but i feel like i knew exactly where i was going.
[and now she's still tired. at least it's Sunday and she can text and not have to go anywhere today.]
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i was headed somewhere, in a city i can't place, feeling more exhausted than i ever have. and i was carrying a notebook, some kind of dossier with profiles in it. i've seen those kind of things before, but never one where all the dates were from the 19th century.
[that had been weird, when she woke up, but at the time, it had seemed perfectly natural. but fair is fair - he told her about magic, she can tell him about what vaguely strikes her as some research project of the dead.]
now i have fifteen more questions than i went to bed with. but i feel like i knew exactly where i was going.
[and now she's still tired. at least it's Sunday and she can text and not have to go anywhere today.]