Her hand went up again, stopping just a fraction away from the window. Still muffled. Still confusing.
"Naw, it might pop. Or maybe the stick would get stuck, like in taffy." Now where had that come from? "C'mon, talk to me already." Amy muttered, more to herself than anything that might be listening. She doubted anything was, anyway. It was only an opening.
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Date: 2013-05-13 05:43 am (UTC)Her hand went up again, stopping just a fraction away from the window. Still muffled. Still confusing.
"Naw, it might pop. Or maybe the stick would get stuck, like in taffy." Now where had that come from? "C'mon, talk to me already." Amy muttered, more to herself than anything that might be listening. She doubted anything was, anyway. It was only an opening.