"I know that," I insist, sighing as I move to kneel on the bed, shuffling across the mattress until I'm sitting next to him. I pick the necklace up from where he dropped it, just a little piece of leather cord and handmade wooden beads... the necklace he and I sat there on the rec room floor making less than a week ago. "Yeah, I want it," I say, reaching up to try and tie it around my own neck.
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Date: 2007-01-19 05:55 am (UTC)