Jack didn't say anything for a minute. Or the next minute. He watched the way Logan sat and the mango as he tossed it, finally looking down at his feet as he leaned heavily against the door.
"John. Monday morning. In bed. Right...right out of my arms." Short words stated plainly, as if giving a report would help him keep the facts from eating at him.
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Date: 2008-10-14 10:16 am (UTC)"John. Monday morning. In bed. Right...right out of my arms." Short words stated plainly, as if giving a report would help him keep the facts from eating at him.