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Emma & Mary Margaret's Magical Words OOM
Mar. 21st, 2012 05:38 pmMary Margaret's never been so glad to see her door. Yesterday, maybe, but not as much as this second. Because that time was a day behind her now. It had been one foot and then the other, and just turning the steering wheel. Taking the stairs. Not stopping to pick anything up, because she bought groceries not too long ago.
So that she can close the door behind her. Put the whole morning somewhere that isn't the entire space inside her chest that it keeps refusing to leave. Then, remember with some awkward surprise (and was that something like relief, too?) that she isn't alone here, when there's a blonde woman on her couch.
Even when she isn't sure she doesn't just want to be alone, Mary Margaret managed to find somehow a teasing tone for her voice. "Is this how my tax dollars are put to work? I thought it must be far more illustriously spent."
So that she can close the door behind her. Put the whole morning somewhere that isn't the entire space inside her chest that it keeps refusing to leave. Then, remember with some awkward surprise (and was that something like relief, too?) that she isn't alone here, when there's a blonde woman on her couch.
Even when she isn't sure she doesn't just want to be alone, Mary Margaret managed to find somehow a teasing tone for her voice. "Is this how my tax dollars are put to work? I thought it must be far more illustriously spent."
