ext_961 ([identity profile] kimberlite.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] sga_flashfic 2006-05-23 09:12 pm (UTC)

Armete, who had her own umbrella, came up to John and patted his cheek. "Don't you look radiant," she said, as rain dripped from the edge of the umbrella down the back of his neck, and then, in a whisper almost louder than her speaking voice, "Your shirt is on inside out, dear."

ROTFL! Great moments, cool structure and lots of fun. :)

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