The window's open. It doesn't feel at all like the breeze has picked up. But there's no other reason, no other explanation for why the waves outside are suddenly roaring so loudly in Crowley's ears.
"No," he says. "No, look, I mean, you don't. This isn't what I meant."
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Date: 2008-12-30 08:31 pm (UTC)"No," he says. "No, look, I mean, you don't. This isn't what I meant."
The muscles in his back are bunched nearly solid.