*Temperance Brennan's point of view*
It was a typical araw in D.C. Outside, the sky was a pale lavender, and the clouds a faded white. The only strange thing was that I was really exicted to go to the Jeffersonian. The reason? I would get to see Booth. Ever since we started to.... you know, go out, I was always estatic to see him. I ran to my bathroom, brushed my teeth, and washed my face. While I was looking in the mirror, I saw someone I did not reconize. Her eyes lighted up her face like a child's did on pasko morning. Her lips were in a beautiful smile. I shook my head, and turned my...
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