Kate catches the baseball easily. It's swallowing down the lump in her throat that's hard. Also, making her feet move. She does both anyway, tossing the ball back to him, like some kind of talisman between them or something. A memory to go in the box she doesn't have anymore. "Yeah. Well. You're not the only one. If you want me out of your life so much, just ask me to go. This whole fucked up timeline now I've got amnesia gig is totally uncool."
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Date: 2012-08-05 05:53 am (UTC)