| Too Close to Call |
[Oct. 12th, 2007|09:50 am] |
He wasn't the audience favorite. Not today.
Knees knocked together, fingers interlaced and figeting.
And finally.
"In the case of April Rose. August Whittacker," the somber man intoned. "You are not the father."
"Thank Christ for that." He let out a deep breath, thankful the suit covered his sweat stains.
"Now can yeh ask the harlot to stop dressing the poor child in a mini fedora? It's embarassing." |
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