dimanche 18 août 2019

sharp objects

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It’s a thing she’s grown to be practiced at, waiting. Waiting for something, a response or epiphany, something to interrupt the patient, calm despair rising in a dull fog around her, swallowing her alive. It’s something she finds intolerable.

To wait. To waste time.

[Rose and the Doctor, alternatively, post Journey's End.]

Words: 3382, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

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