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christine and the phantom badfic
When we were on the other side, she opened her eyes again and asked, "Where are we?" (I was beginning to notice how often she used those fairy-tale clichés in her conversation.)
because the normal person's reaction to closing her eyes, taking a few steps and finding herself in a dank stone hallway which she never suspected existed near her dressing room is...?
ahahah. phantom pov, dialogue christine: "… and it isn’t fair." Please don’t start whining, I thought. I can’t stand it when people whine.
because the normal person's reaction to closing her eyes, taking a few steps and finding herself in a dank stone hallway which she never suspected existed near her dressing room is...?
ahahah. phantom pov, dialogue christine: "… and it isn’t fair." Please don’t start whining, I thought. I can’t stand it when people whine.