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fallon_ash at 01:25pm on 19/08/2005 under qotd“Books, [...] They’re like an old friend. They’re always there for you. You can read them again and it’s comfortable. You can hold them and touch them without fear. You can depend on them and they never let you down.”
~Kerry Weaver - The River: The Friendship Thing 3 by maven
“Books,” Kerry said softly, just when Kim was about to give up on an answer. “They’re like an old friend. They’re always there for you. You can read them again and it’s comfortable. You can hold them and touch them without fear. You can depend on them and they never let you down.” She looked up from her punch glass into Kim’s wide-eyed stare. “What? What did I say?”
“God, Kerry, you’re a psychiatrist’s wet dream.”
Kerry stood waiting.
“I meant to get on the couch. I meant to -stop smirking at me,” Kim ordered as she tried in vain to control the blush burning her ears. Lacking a clipboard and hindered by the drink in hand Kim finally resorted to covering her face with her left hand. “Take me now, Lord.”
“You’ve never called me ‘lord’ before. New pet name?”
Kim stared at Kerry. “They were right. You are evil.”
“If I were evil I’d be taping this,” her voice trailing off as something clearly distracted her.
nervous