"I have beanbag chairs in my room," she said, recalling a detail of adult life. "They're nice and squashy, but I bet if one of these guys chewed on one, I'd wind up with beans all over the place." Molly found a likely-looking cushion and curled up. She didn't know why she was so tired all of a sudden--maybe the chocolate was wearing off.
It didn't occur to her that, for her at least, that was going to be a bad thing.
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Date: 2007-04-18 10:16 pm (UTC)It didn't occur to her that, for her at least, that was going to be a bad thing.