‘It wasn’t your dream, it was mine. I brought you into it because I tuned in to you. I wasn’t sure I’d connected, though, until you turned up at the Balsamic.’
‘You call it “the Balsamic” as if it’s a place you’re very familiar with.’
‘Too true.’
‘You often wait there for the bus to Finsey-Obay?’
She folded her arms across her chest and hunched her shoulders as if she were cold. ‘More often than I’d like,’ she said, looking past me.
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Date: 2007-08-21 10:50 pm (UTC)‘You call it “the Balsamic” as if it’s a place you’re very familiar with.’
‘Too true.’
‘You often wait there for the bus to Finsey-Obay?’
She folded her arms across her chest and hunched her shoulders as if she were cold. ‘More often than I’d like,’ she said, looking past me.