Claire buried her head between her knees, caught in a fit that was something between laughter and crying. When she could breathe without hiccuping, she dried her eyes on the sheet and sighed.
"I tried everything, Sidney. I don't have my sleeping pills anymore, or I would have tried them. What makes a potion so different?" She didn't know it now, but both her dreams and her addictions were not something to mess with.
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Date: 2008-02-25 07:18 am (UTC)"I tried everything, Sidney. I don't have my sleeping pills anymore, or I would have tried them. What makes a potion so different?" She didn't know it now, but both her dreams and her addictions were not something to mess with.