Layla pushed herself up so she was sitting cross-legged in her plain black tank top and boy short undies.
"My name is Layla Miller," she told him, while her mind spun over and over and over. He didn't know her. Okay. How was she going to explain this in a way that a nine? Ten? year old boy would accept without being freaked out of his gourd.
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Date: 2011-08-11 01:56 am (UTC)Layla pushed herself up so she was sitting cross-legged in her plain black tank top and boy short undies.
"My name is Layla Miller," she told him, while her mind spun over and over and over. He didn't know her. Okay. How was she going to explain this in a way that a nine? Ten? year old boy would accept without being freaked out of his gourd.