Lucy Locke (
mightbeconcussed) wrote2010-05-25 06:32 pm
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★ 18 [Voice] Some Sundays It's Loud as Thunder
Harold Saxon aka The Master left the City today.
People go away and come back all the time, right? He wouldn't tell me to wait if he wasn't planning on coming back. And what does that even mean? Wait for what? Wait for dinner. Wait for Summer. Wait for football season. Wait until I get back which could be who knows when.
Just...wait.
In any case, I'm staying Harry's indefinitely. He left me the flat until he gets back. Someone has to take care of Masha.
Keats, I need alcohol and lots of it.
I'm out of ice cream and I hate today.
People go away and come back all the time, right? He wouldn't tell me to wait if he wasn't planning on coming back. And what does that even mean? Wait for what? Wait for dinner. Wait for Summer. Wait for football season. Wait until I get back which could be who knows when.
Just...wait.
In any case, I'm staying Harry's indefinitely. He left me the flat until he gets back. Someone has to take care of Masha.
Keats, I need alcohol and lots of it.
I'm out of ice cream and I hate today.

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*Explaining it to her as if she were a child. Which to be honest, to him, she is.*
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Also, my name is Lucy. Say it with me. Looo-cee.
You know like "Luuuuuuuucy I'm home!"
Or Lucy in the sky of diamonds.
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He isn't here now.
This comment does not exist
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Now say please and I'll show you the note.
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[His voice lowers as his attention wanes.]
What the Master sees in such a thing. It sullies me even to waste my words... Gone, Koschei?
[He sighs and the connection is terminated.]