"You're lying," she said, shaking her head, clinging to her notebook, the words small compared to the ringing in her ears though by the end of it she was nearly shouting. "You're lying, lying, lying!"
The window was open. He could guard either the door, or the window. Not both at once. She wasn't trapped.
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Date: 2008-06-24 08:37 pm (UTC)The window was open. He could guard either the door, or the window. Not both at once. She wasn't trapped.
But it felt like she was. Lying, lying, lying.