Date: 2008-12-04 03:07 am (UTC)
"It's weird to think about, isn't it?" Her hand dropped as she became conscious of her own fidging; she found a clear bit of counter and pushed herself up to sit, legs dangling. "Not that you ever came here on purpose, or that you want to be here forever, but because it's not so much part of your daily life, you get into the habit of not thinking about it. Or...I do, anyway."

"I guess a lot of people really do want to get home, though."
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