"Two weeks ago, the museum received a cache of instruments from Ireland, and among them were a set of Uilleann pipes. We believe the pipes to be dangerous in the wrong hands." (at my LJ)
trying in vain to breathe the fire we were born in
With every kiss, every touch, every thrust of his hips, Dean is begging her to stay, and he can't tell if she's saying yes or goodbye when she kisses him back.
"Two weeks ago, the museum received a cache of instruments from Ireland, and among them were a set of Uilleann pipes. We believe the pipes to be dangerous in the wrong hands."
Dean would rather be in California, ogling hot chicks in bikinis and drinking fruity drinks with umbrellas in them, not broiling on the blacktop in New Mexico, looking for dead girls.