It was cool and dim inside. The lights were turned down, except for the lamp at the desk, where Liadov had apparently been working before Taras had knocked on his door. Taras hesitated, then turned back to the door, and reached out to flip the lock in place.
He folded his arms, looking to Liadov once more.
"...there's a kind of caring in hatred. He told me that, once."
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timeasmymeasure
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Date: 2009-01-20 07:47 am (UTC)"I don't think it is."
He followed Liadov into the office.
It was cool and dim inside. The lights were turned down, except for the lamp at the desk, where Liadov had apparently been working before Taras had knocked on his door. Taras hesitated, then turned back to the door, and reached out to flip the lock in place.
He folded his arms, looking to Liadov once more.
"...there's a kind of caring in hatred. He told me that, once."