Zoe Winchester (
bigdamnprincipal) wrote2011-11-29 01:50 pm
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Office Hours, November 29
Zoe was sitting at her desk today with a squirming Grace on her lap. Grace had made quite a few protests that she was too old to be sitting with her mom like that, but Zoe just held onto her and told her she'd understand someday. So, for the moment, Zoe was looking intently at her computer, while Grace drew pictures and plotted her escape.
At least it was quiet.
[Door and post are open!]
At least it was quiet.
[Door and post are open!]
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But now she had to.
She was holding back tears when she finally dialed, because she had to use her own device. The ship's communicators had disappeared when Serenity had.
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