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Date: 2011-01-25 01:34 am (UTC)
I don't know. It feels real. I could pick up things.

[In fact, he'd grabbed a gift that his mother had given him the day before he'd left for his trial, as a protective for the trip. One that he'd shoved in the drawer and not brought in a sullen and sulky fit that she didn't have any faith in him. He couldn't leave it behind this time.]
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