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janecarnall ([info]janecarnall) wrote,
@ 2004-11-29 08:45:00

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M*A*S*H: challenge 59: "at a reunion"

Friday, July 26, 1963.

Tonight it was just the gang, Sherman said. Mildred knew their faces from Sherman's paintings. Most of them hadn't met in those years, but they talked across the table to each other as if it had been only last week. The wives - and Margaret's Ted - eyed their partners oddly, as if seeing people they hadn't known they didn't know.

There were two unmarried. Hawkeye Pierce, his hair near-white now. Francis Mulcahy, deaf and shy. Neither of them looked at the other often, but when they did, you could see they knew who they saw.

100 words exactly. Cookie for Mildred Potter.

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