Some idea of what this was all about started picking at the back of Cayce's brain, but she couldn't put her finger on it. She murmured a polite "no thanks" to the offer of the cigarettes. "Wonder if one of the supers could have caused it somehow," she muttered, frowning, half to herself.
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Date: 2008-04-22 08:47 pm (UTC)