Becca had much the same idea, and she was tucked into a little nook on one of the rooftops, in a little corner where the building turned. She had a notebook in her lap, and she was sketching quietly when she heard the girl climb up. Her eyes flicked over, then back down to her page. "Aren't you afraid of falling?"
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Date: 2013-03-10 11:10 pm (UTC)