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[10 Oct 2011|01:21am] |
Ezra had been good. Sort of. Hey, he'd taken his pills. He wasn't hearing anything that wasn't actually there. And when he'd gone wandering off to the museum, he'd left a note for Evan and the dads. ....Sure, he hadn't mentioned which museum. He was happy to go to any. He'd gone with the art museum today, though. The fact that this would make finding him harder didn't really occur to him offhand.
Right now, he was looking at a beautiful exhibit of pre-Raphaelite stuff, and jotting down things in his notebook. He didn't much watch where he was going.
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