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misshargrove.livejournal.com) wrote in
fandomhighdorms2007-01-22 04:05 pm
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5th Floor Common Room - Monday, late afternoon
Annette was laying on the couch, on her belly, ankles crossed; a pillow shoved up under her arms. She was flipping through the television channels, not really paying attention to what was on. A minute here a minute there, nothing really snapping out at her. Her mind was too preoccupied thinking about who and what she met and talked to over the weekend. It was totally...mind consuming.
Frozen pizza was in the oven cooking. She knew she could do that. Just had to take the plastic off and stick it in the oven. She forgot to read how long it took to cook though. When she could smell it good, then she would know it was done. Hopefully. Annette wasn't too bright in the kitchen department.
Frozen pizza was in the oven cooking. She knew she could do that. Just had to take the plastic off and stick it in the oven. She forgot to read how long it took to cook though. When she could smell it good, then she would know it was done. Hopefully. Annette wasn't too bright in the kitchen department.

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"Are you, I mean, okay and all that?"
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What had she gotten herself into, anyway!?!
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"I don't . . . think so. I think it's more to do with the whole 'we're in the middle of a billion and a half different worlds' kind of thing. I mean, time travel, different dimensions, talking animals. . . . Which people sometimes turn into. The island is just weird, that's all."
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She gestured to the bag again. "And I really am sorry. Good thing you can pick locks, huh?"
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