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[Oct. 25/11] Casey's Room, Morning
Nov. 12th, 2012 01:20 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
space_caseyThere was something akin to a disturbance in the force today, coming from Casey's room. Or, rather, a telepathic blip, a pocket of worry that threatened to suck anybody nearby into it and leave them continuing down the hallway in a daze. And normally Casey was prone to some pretty good luck. It was right there in his stone, after all. But this...
"Where did it go where did it" go where did it "go?"
It wasn't anything important, except for how it was. It was a thing that followed him around, survived the worst and then the best but the best was really the worst and it was all still the same thing all over again.
It wasn't much and it was everything and it was gone.
At least Casey had the light on this morning while he tore his room apart, looking.
"Where did it go where did it" go where did it "go?"
It wasn't anything important, except for how it was. It was a thing that followed him around, survived the worst and then the best but the best was really the worst and it was all still the same thing all over again.
It wasn't much and it was everything and it was gone.
At least Casey had the light on this morning while he tore his room apart, looking.
