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saisdontmatter ([personal profile] saisdontmatter) wrote 2013-09-14 02:16 am (UTC)

[He's on his hands and knees, sweeping through papers and plastic wrappers, his heart pounding at his temples. There's nothing edible in these things. Nothing even useful.

Frustration builds like a pressure in his chest, but this time he remembers he has to be quiet. Though that doesn't keep him from throwing a handful of wrappers like weird confetti.]


No.

[The urge to throw another temper tantrum is so bad it hurts. He can't even breathe.]

This's stupid. We're not gonna find anything.

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