Date: 2009-01-13 03:23 pm (UTC)
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Ben nodded, looking around the room. Where was it? He couldn't think about where it had gone... not even seeing it on the ground by the couch where he had thrown it after hanging up with his mother.

"I don't know..." His arms were the only thing keeping him from shaking, and he had wedged his foot on the opposite side of the door frame to keep him from slipping down to the floor again.
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