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fandomtownies2018-12-07 10:08 am
firstofitskind) wrote in fandomtownies2018-12-07 10:08 am
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Trooper Station, Friday
Liam still couldn't quite shake the melancholy that had settled over him yesterday. Which, apparently the lights were taking as a personal offense, having followed him in to the station and draped themselves amongst the desks.
"No," Liam said, pinching the bridge of his nose as he listened to someone on the other end of the phone. "You can't report a string of lights for stalking you. Because they're lights. They'll be gone by tomorrow."
He hung up the phone with a sigh. Really. What was he supposed to do about stalking lights? Lock them up? How?
"No," Liam said, pinching the bridge of his nose as he listened to someone on the other end of the phone. "You can't report a string of lights for stalking you. Because they're lights. They'll be gone by tomorrow."
He hung up the phone with a sigh. Really. What was he supposed to do about stalking lights? Lock them up? How?