west wing. sam, c.j. and letters. g. for
annapie "If she closes her eyes she can just about taste the salt on her lips - the sun burning her cheeks."
a/n: I have another (very) different version of this story. If I can polish it, I'll post it.
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There's a picture of the California coast sitting on her desk )
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