Ainsley is starting to feel a headache come on. She pinches the bridge of her nose and feels like smacking her forehead against something very thick and wooden, just to try and get some of the cobwebs out, but before she can do that, she does a double-take. "Wait," she says, sharply. "Wait, Sam, look, here. 1600," she says, gesturing to it. "Here's yours."
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Date: 2014-09-05 01:53 am (UTC)