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justdidntseeit) wrote2012-05-29 12:03 pm
justdidntseeit) wrote2012-05-29 12:03 pm
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[[ wheelsy, south carolina ]]
[ previously: "'bout damn time." ]
Kate shifts her weight on the stepladder, and twists slightly, all the better to reach the junction box. This new chrome fixture is going to be a gorgeous accent, if she can -- just --
"Ow ow ow ow ow."
She drops the wrench, and presses down on the pinched skin between her thumb and forefinger. A thin line of blood blooms beneath the pressure she applies; she bites her lower lip, blinking hard, and determinedly does not look at her reflection in the bathroom mirror.
She's not going to cry.
She's not.
Kate shifts her weight on the stepladder, and twists slightly, all the better to reach the junction box. This new chrome fixture is going to be a gorgeous accent, if she can -- just --
"Ow ow ow ow ow."
She drops the wrench, and presses down on the pinched skin between her thumb and forefinger. A thin line of blood blooms beneath the pressure she applies; she bites her lower lip, blinking hard, and determinedly does not look at her reflection in the bathroom mirror.
She's not going to cry.
She's not.