[The warm water felt rejuvenating. Or perhaps it was the mother's touch that did it. It didn't matter. He scooped some water and washed his face in attempt to get himself out of this trance; a trance that seemed to place him in this odd mood. He stood up and made his request. Maybe the scent of the bubbles were getting to him.]
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timeasmymeasure
[AP: Cathedral]
Date: 2009-05-13 06:21 pm (UTC)Hand me the towel please.