It's not Mike's fault that Sallie isn't as adept at reading Crayon as Mike is at writing in it!
Mike is sprawled, shirtless, across a rock that juts out into the water. There's no sense of pent-up energy about him at the moment, which is kind of unusual truth be told. No, he's just chilling in nearly every sense of the word.
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Date: 2009-09-02 04:55 pm (UTC)Mike is sprawled, shirtless, across a rock that juts out into the water. There's no sense of pent-up energy about him at the moment, which is kind of unusual truth be told. No, he's just chilling in nearly every sense of the word.
"Hey there, Pretty Lady. How's the day?"