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fandomhigh2010-11-29 09:13 am
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Library, Monday (11/29)
. . . oof. Not being one to ever turn down a holiday involving ample feasting, Gabrielle had indulged herself pretty thoroughly on Thursday and still felt a bit lethargic from all the leftovers.
It was, she felt, a good enough reason for being all but slouched over her coffee cup today as she sat at the desk, idly paging through a copy of The Art of War out of some half-formed intention to try and understand that point of view a little better.
If she didn't know any better, she'd have sworn it had really been written by a woman. She couldn't explain why; she just had a feeling. A vague one, but it was there.
It was, she felt, a good enough reason for being all but slouched over her coffee cup today as she sat at the desk, idly paging through a copy of The Art of War out of some half-formed intention to try and understand that point of view a little better.
If she didn't know any better, she'd have sworn it had really been written by a woman. She couldn't explain why; she just had a feeling. A vague one, but it was there.