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pooh_collector) wrote2014-09-11 08:13 am
pooh_collector) wrote2014-09-11 08:13 am
Meme - Seven in Seven WIPs
So I'm supposed to post seven sentences beginning from the seventh paragraph of the seventh page of a wip. And since I have only one wip this is from my BigBang. Read at your own risk.
“You really don’t know?” Neal inquired, trying to deflect Adler from the truth that his intention was to be as certain as possible that Peter would live, that Peter would find him, and save him from himself yet again.
“I have my suspicions,” Adler hedged.
“Good, I like being one up on you.”
Vincent laughed. “It’s nice to see you still have that old spark, Neal.”
At that moment their dinner arrived, lamb chops with garlic mashed potatoes and haricot vert sautéed with shallots.
It was delicious but Neal barely managed to pick at his plate, his mind and his body still too unsettled by all that happened in the last few days.
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“You really don’t know?” Neal inquired, trying to deflect Adler from the truth that his intention was to be as certain as possible that Peter would live, that Peter would find him, and save him from himself yet again.
“I have my suspicions,” Adler hedged.
“Good, I like being one up on you.”
Vincent laughed. “It’s nice to see you still have that old spark, Neal.”
At that moment their dinner arrived, lamb chops with garlic mashed potatoes and haricot vert sautéed with shallots.
It was delicious but Neal barely managed to pick at his plate, his mind and his body still too unsettled by all that happened in the last few days.
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Can't wait to read this!
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