Veronica laughed when she was free of the water, shaking her head, splattering droplets a little like a dog. Releasing her hold on him, she brushed the hair from her eyes. It was all too seldom that she really felt as young as she was, and rarer still that she enjoyed the sensation, that she could let herself be happy enough to live in it. Her own grin now was bright and clear, no trace of sarcasm or smugness in it. "Okay," she said, "I think we can call that one even."
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Date: 2009-03-16 12:48 am (UTC)