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Jun. 7th, 2007 03:36 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
[The time has come, the Walrus said, to speak of many things and Delia doesn't want to speak or move or even think, so she's drinking. By herself, of course, but drinking anyway.
Kills things. Twitchiness and restlessness, but the door downstairs won't go away.]
Kills things. Twitchiness and restlessness, but the door downstairs won't go away.]