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November 18, 2013
Panya
sitting on the floor, watching Merlin, waiting for …
what am I waiting for
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The door’s unlocked, which is good; Summer slips into the quartet’s flat silently. “Mordred?” Faintly now, she can hear water running, and she follows it to the bathroom. “Mordred?” Heedlessly, she pushes that door open. “Hey. What’s going on?”
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