"Cool. Give in ten or fifteen years, and that's where we'll be." Never mind what her ulcer or the employees of the Centre might do to her first. Or what might happen to Isabel. she had to believe in something. "Right. Future's sewn up. In the mean time, I should probably get back to my room, and e-mail Angelo."
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Date: 2007-05-07 09:18 pm (UTC)