She blinked, eyelashes scraping against the wood of her desk, then sighed "Too late. It's driving me nuts and I'm tempted to just send Dalton out to get shot so I can go home..." because she was suppose to be there.
"I...want to do breakfast instead? If I get out of here?"
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Date: 2009-07-03 10:50 pm (UTC)"I...want to do breakfast instead? If I get out of here?"