How I Spent My Summer Vacation
Chapter Twelve: A Really Hot Guy
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July 31 Oh, damn, damn, damn, damn, damn. That was NOT what I meant. I took a night off and went over to Michelle's place. We rented _Arsenic and Old Lace_, a truly fine movie. It started me thinking about the window seat in my new place, and I realized that I had never actually opened it. So when I got home a little after midnight, I found my eyes drawn inevitably toward it, as if it were compelling me to look inside. "Don't be silly," I told myself. "It's only a window seat. The movie's getting to you. There's not going to be a body in there." So I gritted my teeth and opened the window seat. I felt for a moment like I was channeling Cary Grant, because there *was* a body in the window seat. It was Faramir, and he was out cold--or maybe cold isn't quite the word, because he was quite feverish. I could have screamed in frustration. What *is* it with those brothers?! Why can't I get one when he's *not* on the brink of death? Alas, I have a conscience, so instead of taking advantage of his condition, I searched around for something to help him. All I could find was Midol, but I figured it was better than nothing. I managed to get a couple of pills down his throat, and then put an icepack on his forehead. I figured he'd need it. I can't say I'm completely innocent in this scenario, though, because I did grab my digital camera and snap several pictures to tease Michelle with before closing the window seat and sending him back. Okay, portal. I'm giving you one more chance, and I'm going to spell it out this time. PLEASE SEND ME ARAGORN. Lisa
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