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Post by Bails on May 16, 2009 12:54:04 GMT -5
She stroked his hair, "A touch of grey would just make you sexier."
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Post by *Gem* on May 16, 2009 13:22:36 GMT -5
Tom laughed at her. "Your mad."
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Post by Bails on May 16, 2009 13:23:35 GMT -5
"Am not." Leading him into Chinos, she was swallowed by the manufactured festiveness of the place.
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Post by *Gem* on May 16, 2009 13:32:37 GMT -5
"Are so-" he murmured into her ear, taking her hip as they were given a table for two.
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Post by Bails on May 16, 2009 13:38:58 GMT -5
The waitress who worked her knew them so well, she didn't bring them menus. Veggie enchilladas for him, empinada for her, normally with a bottle red wine. They both slid into the same side booth so she could remain touching him.
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Post by *Gem* on May 16, 2009 13:55:07 GMT -5
his eyes smiled as the waitress clocked them and Tom gave a small wave as Canan attached herself under his arm.
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Post by Bails on May 16, 2009 13:57:29 GMT -5
Canan pulled something from her pocket and pressed it into his palm. " |This is for you." The vial glowed pale green while she touched it but sort of settled in his hand.
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Post by *Gem* on May 16, 2009 14:02:32 GMT -5
"Whats this?" He asked.
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