Picking good food was something she had no trouble trusting the Marine with. She curled up in her seat and closed her eyes, thinking about what kinds of houses they'd see. The whole thing was so surreal. They hadn't even picked names, they'd have to decide that. At least their first names were so normal, they could just pick a last name. "Reynolds."
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Date: 2014-07-21 04:58 am (UTC)