"It only needs to be a minimum of thirty-five pages. He didn't set a maximum." Which meant that Emma was, yes, being a brat, and knew it. "I'm sure I'll end up cutting it down, this is just a draft."
But of course his woeful sigh meant she had to try and steal the Chinese mustard and one of the vegetarian egg rolls. And a kiss or two. "And you won't be taking undergraduate classes at thirty," she informed him brightly, once she had (at least) partial-victory. "You'll be noodling at a PhD in something brilliantly esoteric, and I'll be going mad with another Master's of some sort. I'm thinking education, or an M.S. in clinical psychology."
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Date: 2014-01-15 02:48 am (UTC)But of course his woeful sigh meant she had to try and steal the Chinese mustard and one of the vegetarian egg rolls. And a kiss or two. "And you won't be taking undergraduate classes at thirty," she informed him brightly, once she had (at least) partial-victory. "You'll be noodling at a PhD in something brilliantly esoteric, and I'll be going mad with another Master's of some sort. I'm thinking education, or an M.S. in clinical psychology."