"I don't know," Parker said fretfully. Poking his toes with her foot, instead of his face with her finger. See how considerate she was of your misery, Eliot? "He left me a voicemail asking me what I was up to with knives. I mean, I'd be up to the usual, why would he call me about it?" Poke. Poke. Poke. "Are your feet cold?"
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Date: 2016-02-01 05:14 am (UTC)