"I don't know!" She hurls the pitchfork aside, sending it clattering against the side of the bin of straw. "I don't know, okay? Stay here and shovel goat crap till they say I get to be a Slayer again, I guess --"
She wraps her arms around her midsection and turns her face away, eyes pressed shut.
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Date: 2009-11-29 03:34 am (UTC)She wraps her arms around her midsection and turns her face away, eyes pressed shut.