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Post by Bails on May 16, 2009 12:32:37 GMT -5
"Come for lunch with me and I'll tell you?"
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Post by *Gem* on May 16, 2009 12:34:41 GMT -5
He chuckled. "Alright then-" And as they rose he tucked the letter into the inside pocket of his jacket.
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Post by Bails on May 16, 2009 12:37:07 GMT -5
Canan grabbed a jacket she kept in his office and slipped it on. Taking his hand, she lead him through the office space. "Where do you want to go?"
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Post by *Gem* on May 16, 2009 12:40:00 GMT -5
"Chinos?" He offered, the little mexican resturant on westgate
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Post by Bails on May 16, 2009 12:45:16 GMT -5
"Sounds good. All I've had today was a cuppa."
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Post by *Gem* on May 16, 2009 12:46:36 GMT -5
"Cans." he rolled his eyes at her, "You have to remember to eat, sweet."
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Post by Bails on May 16, 2009 12:50:19 GMT -5
"Don't worry about me, Tom, I can take care of myself... and you."
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Post by *Gem* on May 16, 2009 12:52:09 GMT -5
He sighed bigger. "WOman youll make me grey."
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