"Statues, the first time," says Kara, wishing that she had them now. She swallows, pausing to bark, "Whiskey, double," at the retreating server. She turns back to Sawyer, her face too blank to be concealing anything but pain.
"Something truly awful the second time. The third..." Kara points to the tattoo spanning most of her upper arm. "My wedding band."
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Date: 2013-10-13 03:50 am (UTC)"Something truly awful the second time. The third..." Kara points to the tattoo spanning most of her upper arm. "My wedding band."