"Tights on my head and everything," Eames smiles, almost very slightly fond as he shoves his hands in his pockets, "I had a sawn-off shotgun and I thought I was the fucking bomb, darling. Seventeen, skinny as fuck, robbing post offices. It's not very glamorous, is it?"
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Date: 2011-01-09 11:13 pm (UTC)