When she's not looking, he lifts the bottle of bleach and quietly places it on the table, not looking at it, almost as if it's not there.
"They work together, he has to touch her arm to get her attention, to pass something to her."
He leans in, again. "You went to all the trouble to make the model, and then you dump Sara somewhere. Don't you want us to see how close the model is to real life? Don't you want us to see how accurate you got all those little details; the only things you got right? How are we supposed to do that if we don't know where she is?"
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Date: 2007-11-12 05:26 am (UTC)"They work together, he has to touch her arm to get her attention, to pass something to her."
He leans in, again. "You went to all the trouble to make the model, and then you dump Sara somewhere. Don't you want us to see how close the model is to real life? Don't you want us to see how accurate you got all those little details; the only things you got right? How are we supposed to do that if we don't know where she is?"