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fandomtownies2025-09-14 09:08 am
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Pick Your Poison, Sunday
The pain came in waves. Sometimes she'd spend most of a day feeling nothing; the next, she'd find herself in Harley's bed for hours longer than she anticipated.
It was frustrating. It made her angry. And with that anger came the urge to defy it-- and so Pam found herself back here again on a Sunday, her side stinging harshly. Weeding the Pick Your Poison garden.
She'd even opened the door, even though she intended to spend much of the day upstairs in the lab.
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It was frustrating. It made her angry. And with that anger came the urge to defy it-- and so Pam found herself back here again on a Sunday, her side stinging harshly. Weeding the Pick Your Poison garden.
She'd even opened the door, even though she intended to spend much of the day upstairs in the lab.
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