"Whatever," he said, throwing up his hands in defeat as he turned away, back into the light. He might've been drunker than he thought, but he was nowhere near drunk enough to deal with this. After months of wallowing, he'd finally tried to move forward, and she'd gone and derailed that attempt with just one word.
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Date: 2010-02-21 07:26 pm (UTC)