"Exactly. And it gives you the time you need to shore up your crumbly bits." Emma grinned and dumped a lump of wet sand in front of Jono. "This is your brain. This is your brain because you have fried the shit out of it. I'll start digging trenches, you... make that look like something that isn't runny dog shit."
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Date: 2014-12-28 10:09 pm (UTC)