Jul. 4th, 2008

flack: (flack/danny my butt...)
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flack: (flack over the shoulder)
Flack pulled the car to a stop outside of the overlook at Watchung Rock, before pushing the door open and stretching his legs. It wasn't a log drive, but it's longer than he's used to driving, and he was ready to just sit outside and watch the fireworks. It was slowly starting to get darker, and he just loved the view from this side of the Hudson. You could see the lights of the buildings in the skyline stand out against the slowly darkening sky, and it was nice to see his city from a different angle.

He turned back to the car, and gave Anna a grin, before pointing over towards the rocks. "There should be a place to sit over that way."

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