"JESUS CHRIST WHAT IS THAT!"

"JESUS CHRIST--EOWYN, JESUS. Holla first next time or something."
Eowyn settles down onto my shoulder. "It's not exactly what I was hoping for, but..."
"Are you serious? Oh, honey, you've got to have some standards."
Eowyn looks at me, and then she cuts her eyes over to The Shelf where Fugagorn and his plastic stubble are snoring lightly, and then she looks at me again. Significantly.
"Oh, BURN! What was that!"

"Well... point taken. But I'm not buying this one. That shit is terrifying."

"Eowyn, I'm a little disturbed that you've paid that kind of attention."


"Oh, now look what you've done. If y'all wake up the two Arwens, I swear--"

"I'm saying."




An inscrutable look passes over Anna's face, and for a moment, I kind of wonder.

And we all shudder together. It's a nice feeling, sisterly solidarity.
(More from the Secret Life of Dolls.)
ETA: I scared myself a little making this. (Feel free to use it, of course.)


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