At length, Carlisle gathers himself to a sitting position, running a hand through his hair lightly as if it were out of place at any point all day. He stoops to pick up his journal that had been deposited underneath the couch Carlisle'd inhabited and starts wondering where in the world his pen got off to.
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At length, Carlisle gathers himself to a sitting position, running a hand through his hair lightly as if it were out of place at any point all day. He stoops to pick up his journal that had been deposited underneath the couch Carlisle'd inhabited and starts wondering where in the world his pen got off to.