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Sep. 20th, 2006 10:15 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
jack_f_twistThe difference between being on a ship and on the ground is that on a ship, there ain't no room to move. No room to storm around--not unless you want the whole god-damned crew knowing what you're up to. The difference is that there ain't fresh clean air, just this recycled shit that tastes like
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iron. The difference is that there ain't any place to go to that's far enough from the one place you ought to be, or near enough to the place you want to be.
But there's space, of a sort, to be found, which is why when Jack finally stops pacing around, he's settled on one of the landings above the cargo area, his hat in his hands.
The brim's all crumpled.
(a tire)
iron. The difference is that there ain't any place to go to that's far enough from the one place you ought to be, or near enough to the place you want to be.
But there's space, of a sort, to be found, which is why when Jack finally stops pacing around, he's settled on one of the landings above the cargo area, his hat in his hands.
The brim's all crumpled.
