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Post by Freya Eden on Jan 22, 2010 18:43:38 GMT -5
She got up, breathing in the sin in the air. "Goddess, I forget how much I love Hell."
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Post by Keely Knight on Jan 22, 2010 18:45:24 GMT -5
"Easy Freya, don't come in your pants before we start the night."
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Post by Freya Eden on Jan 22, 2010 18:46:29 GMT -5
"I don't get to indulge nearly as much as you do."
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Post by Keely Knight on Jan 22, 2010 18:49:39 GMT -5
"Shouldn't get yourself in a mess then should you? Running away with wolves and having ugly brats."
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Post by Freya Eden on Jan 22, 2010 18:51:49 GMT -5
Freya turned, eyes darkening. "She's not ugly."
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Post by Keely Knight on Jan 22, 2010 18:59:15 GMT -5
"All babies are ugly when their born, and their bloody and squished - and urgh."
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Post by Freya Eden on Jan 22, 2010 22:10:10 GMT -5
"Del is four now. She's beautiful and smart and funny. If you took a moment to see her, you'd know that."
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Post by Keely Knight on Jan 23, 2010 7:32:46 GMT -5
Keely snorted; seeing the arguement rising and shying away from it for Mag's sake. "Whatever Freya."
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