"It's called music, Ronan.' He mocks back at Adam as he reaches out and swats the dial on the radio and turns it off. After a long moment of silence he breaks it with a sharp snap of his fingers. "AH! I know what we need to do!"
Staring straight ahead he fixates on the rain pounding the windshield. "Swing my the store. You need tampons."
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Date: 2015-03-15 08:45 am (UTC)Staring straight ahead he fixates on the rain pounding the windshield. "Swing my the store. You need tampons."