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1/1/15 13:07
lovemykilt: (phone)
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Hey, you've reached Priestly. Aren't you lucky! I'm not around to take your call, but you probably know what to do.

*beep*
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31/12/09 06:33 (UTC)
Posted by [identity profile] blondecanary.livejournal.com
"How's Trucker and Jenn?" It helped, thinking of other things. Happy things.

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31/12/09 06:42 (UTC)
Posted by [identity profile] blondecanary.livejournal.com
"Awwwww. You got her IM ID and email, right? I'd like to tell her how you're doing too." Especially if anything weird happened in the coming semester.

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31/12/09 06:52 (UTC)
Posted by [identity profile] blondecanary.livejournal.com
"Cool. Are you going to be back in Fandom on Saturday?" New kids, Priestly, Tony, plans with Jill-who'd-be-Jack; why couldn't it be the weekend already? Why did she have to distract herself from all this bewildering change in the Big Apple?

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31/12/09 06:58 (UTC)
Posted by [identity profile] blondecanary.livejournal.com
"Awesome. I think some of us are going into Times Square tomorrow night, for the big ball dropping." Dinah took a breath, and shook her head. "And running around with people tomorrow. Seeing everything." Ignoring anything else.

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31/12/09 07:06 (UTC)
Posted by [identity profile] blondecanary.livejournal.com
Dinah got up to pace a little, restlessly, then sighed. "Yeah, no. I'll... deal. For now. I may call you freaking out tomorrow, but. I don't want to run away from this, you know?" Well, she kind of did. But she had her pride. Even if she didn't have a boyfriend any more.

Owwwwww.

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31/12/09 07:11 (UTC)
Posted by [identity profile] blondecanary.livejournal.com
"I'm thinking that being hammered might be the way to go," Dinah admitted. "Since I have no other good ideas. I might call so you can hear the crowds roar, early." She smiled, then sighed. "Thanks, Priestly. I should go... Fiona's waving, we're gonna get coffee."

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31/12/09 07:15 (UTC)
Posted by [identity profile] blondecanary.livejournal.com
"Oh, God, I'm sorry. I didn't even think to ask," Dinah said, wincing. "Tell him it's my fault. Totally blame me. I'll call after hours, from now on."

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31/12/09 07:17 (UTC)
Posted by [identity profile] blondecanary.livejournal.com
Which gave her an ache of happiness as well as sadness, that someone missed her, and, well. Someone else didn't. "I'll see you on Saturday, maybe talk to you tomorrow. Bye, Priestly."
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