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David walks into the bar. You think he'd have seen it. He goes to the buffet table, fills up a plate, and sits down at a table with a notebook and a pen and is lost deep in concentration, writing.

If anyone should approach him, they'd probably need to poke him to get his attention.

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[notsoyoung.livejournal.com]

"That's how you make us feel, I think," David says sleepily.

[alas_alas]

"...I think..." She gives David a hug, then snuggles closer, closing her eyes again. In a few minutes, she's asleep, a small smile on her face.