A moment or so later, George sank down on the sofa next to him. "So," he said, "Welcome to our party..." He sounded somewhat more sedate than Mitchell, though he, too, had a smile on his face. "We still have plenty of sandwiches, if that's what you're afraid of. Annie keeps making them."
George, twisting around the thing he actually wanted to ask about? Why, never.
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Re: Living Room
Date: 2012-02-24 02:19 pm (UTC)A moment or so later, George sank down on the sofa next to him. "So," he said, "Welcome to our party..." He sounded somewhat more sedate than Mitchell, though he, too, had a smile on his face. "We still have plenty of sandwiches, if that's what you're afraid of. Annie keeps making them."
George, twisting around the thing he actually wanted to ask about? Why, never.