It wasn't until the fantasy of standing at his side, dressed for a gala where he wore those fancy blues, was fully formed that Carrie realized she'd even gone there. She blinked hard to get herself refocused. The worst part wasn't that she'd had the idea, the worst part was how bad she wanted something so unrealistic.
"Think we'll get a medal? Meet a Congressman or something?"
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Date: 2013-10-03 04:12 am (UTC)"Think we'll get a medal? Meet a Congressman or something?"