Date: 2008-10-08 08:01 am (UTC)
raspberryturk: (Facepalmy as he is gonna get)
"What do you want me to do?"

It was tired. Empty. Kind of hollow.

It was words.

Maybe it wasn't an argument. He didn't know, anymore, what he was supposed to be doing, now.
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