Reid Garwin (
letsdropin) wrote2009-12-16 09:43 am
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musebysentence Advent 15. Open fire
The light of the campfire painted golden hues on the faces of the four of them as they sat clumped two by two, tired and replete, so Reid had to make the suggestion of s'mores, even if he knew it would be groaned down.