He shrugs, leans his forearms along his thighs and looks at the wall of the room as if seeing something different--the curve of the moon rising, the curve of a bone-white smile.
"Not much. Said you was related, is all." A snort. "'S if I couldn'ta told that myself."
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Date: 2006-08-15 03:18 am (UTC)"Not much. Said you was related, is all." A snort. "'S if I couldn'ta told that myself."