Her legs shake as she slowly moves down each rung, wondering how many more there are. These boots were not made for this! Not with the chunky heels.
The hands one her waist make her grateful and indignant at the same time, which probably reads on her face, as she loo---Oh her effing god. Where the hell are the roads? Where's the ground? WTF!
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Date: 2010-09-17 11:16 pm (UTC)The hands one her waist make her grateful and indignant at the same time, which probably reads on her face, as she loo---Oh her effing god. Where the hell are the roads? Where's the ground? WTF!
She clings to the ladder like a life preserver.