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[sears]

[Azula's sitting on the couch talking into her community book, with Rachel (who keeps trying to grab at her necklaces, especially the rosary) crawling around next to her]

I think I'm starting to get better, so I won't be sitting around here forever anymore-- I'll start going to the Vatican again during the day, and also hopefully some place warm. No matter how high the heat's turned up in here, it still feels cold.

[she bats Rachel's hands away from her again]

Not to mention the fact that I think there's something about it that makes toddlers go stir-crazy. Even though the nanny's here, she's still following me around.

... I wish we lived where Ryan does, where it never gets snow.

Comments

[peoplesprincess.livejournal.com]

I don't really play. I'm seventeen.

[peoplesprincess.livejournal.com]

I never have.

[peoplesprincess.livejournal.com]

I'd like it less because I'd get all wet.

[peoplesprincess.livejournal.com]

The clothes would get wet. I'd feel it, and I'd feel the cold.

[peoplesprincess.livejournal.com]

I feel it anyway. I even feel it inside.

[peoplesprincess.livejournal.com]

No I'm not. It comes in through the window glass.

[peoplesprincess.livejournal.com]

The cold.

[peoplesprincess.livejournal.com]

I'm not afraid. It's unpleasant.

[peoplesprincess.livejournal.com]

I only wish.

[peoplesprincess.livejournal.com]

I barely "play" as it is. Why would I do it in the snow?

[peoplesprincess.livejournal.com]

Snow isn't new.

[peoplesprincess.livejournal.com]

It can't be that different from playing in other places.

[peoplesprincess.livejournal.com]

I doubt it. I played on the beach last summer; snow is like sand, except deeper and cold.