"[All I wanted was your health and happiness.]" She snickers to herself. "Sullied that up, too."
Amelia flops her hands, then moves to get up, going tipsy on the way like a lazy marionette righting itself. She makes her way over to the fridge, glancing at the first sticky-note there. The phone number of someone who honestly just irritated Amelia; that number could go. She peeled the green square from its surface.
Between two fingers, she waves it like a flag at Caleb. "Let's make a fire."
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Date: 2008-02-22 03:45 am (UTC)Amelia flops her hands, then moves to get up, going tipsy on the way like a lazy marionette righting itself. She makes her way over to the fridge, glancing at the first sticky-note there. The phone number of someone who honestly just irritated Amelia; that number could go. She peeled the green square from its surface.
Between two fingers, she waves it like a flag at Caleb. "Let's make a fire."