Chloe stomach twisted almost painfully at the mention of Jocelin's name. "Ry, I'm sick," she protested, because it was unfair of him to make her cross town to say goodbye, moreso that he'd make her go to Jocelin's and let him see her all weak and gross looking. She tugged at the scarf round her neck and head. "I'd collapse half way there and die in a gutter."
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Date: 2008-02-11 10:03 am (UTC)From: