If Francine had been stomping on the tiny flare of jealousy that Katchoo had a friend she didn't know about -- of course she did, she was gone for months -- that put it out as sure as dropping it in the ocean to drown. Francine squeezed her tighter. "Oh, baby, I'm sorry."
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Date: 2009-09-28 02:26 pm (UTC)For everything, but one sorry at a time, here.