Date: 2009-04-29 06:55 pm (UTC)
"It... whatever," Michael said, shaking his head. He still didn't feel entirely comfortable, and a part of him wanted to run for the hills. He should have been used to something like this, with what he did for a living. But it stung him a lot, and that was probably a big part of why he felt so bothered.
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