It was good to be in here eating -- frittata -- instead of out there making more work for the patrol crew or back home sleeping the sleep of the soused, with an aching head waiting for him in the morning.
For some reason this struck me as cop-poetry. I simply love the sound of your sentences, dammit. :)
He swung around and turned it into a real hug, because Fraser deserved both arms.
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Date: 2003-11-21 11:52 am (UTC)For some reason this struck me as cop-poetry. I simply love the sound of your sentences, dammit. :)
He swung around and turned it into a real hug, because Fraser deserved both arms.
Oh. Perfect.