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Posted by Megan on Mar 7, 2014 23:54:58 GMT -6
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Mar 30, 2021 23:32:37 GMT -6
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'I need your help'
Blinking, Megan stared at her phone for sometime with an eyebrow cocked. She hadn't spoken to the man in god-only-knew how long, and then out of the blue came a surprise text from him. Asking for help of all things, at ten in the flippin' morning. She hadn't a clue what exactly it was she could help him with, seeing as she hadn't seen hide nor hair of the Judge in sometime, and thus he hadn't needed to contact her at all.
Spitting a mouthful of toothpaste out, she dropped her toothbrush in the cup and left the bathroom.
Clad in a men's black tank-top and loose fitting athletic pants, she made her way out into the living room to plop onto the couch. Wait, scratch that, she was going to the kitchen to drink some pipping hot black coffee and sit in a hard, uncomfortable chair. No napping for her. She was running on 72 hours of no sleep, and felt rather accomplished that she hadn't sprouted any arms, or tried to eat anyone yet.
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