I slam the drawer closed and walk over to Snow, folded jeans clutched in hand, and stop a few inches in front of him. I lock eyes with him, a challenge, just daring him to look away.
"And how are you going to help me, Snow?" I ask quietly. "What are you going to do?"
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Date: 2015-11-28 12:24 am (UTC)"And how are you going to help me, Snow?" I ask quietly. "What are you going to do?"