Between a Baz and a Hard Mac
Jan. 23rd, 2011 01:20 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
desperanceFor some reason known only to each other, the boys have both decided that they need to be sitting on my desk today. Within eight inches of each other, but not of course in any danger of actually touching: which sets them respectively north and west of my keyboard, and it stands as a boundary between them.
A boundary that each of them overhangs: so that I am trying to type and my hands keep running into cat.
I have decided that is the sole and only reason that I seem to have run aground, two lines from the chapter's end. I know the last line, but I don't know what he says to cause her to think that.
It's their fault that I'm stuck. Oh, yes.
A boundary that each of them overhangs: so that I am trying to type and my hands keep running into cat.
I have decided that is the sole and only reason that I seem to have run aground, two lines from the chapter's end. I know the last line, but I don't know what he says to cause her to think that.
It's their fault that I'm stuck. Oh, yes.