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Posted: Mon Jan 03, 2011 9:39 am
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Posted: Thu Jan 20, 2011 6:40 pm
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A relatively scrawny figure slouched at the bar. Mannish in mannerisms, the recluse had a single elbow on the counter with legs spread apart; firmly planted on the bar stool. Pianist like fingers, lanky and unaccustomed to work, grasped the cooled, fogged up glass. Taking a swig of the milk, cold, before audibly planting it back in its place Maddox released a pleased purr.
Hazel eyes were hidden behind over sized glasses. Unruly bay locks left unrestrained acted as a thick mane. Her gaze remained fixated on the counter interrupting thought for drink. "There's always a solution," contradicted the unspoken doubt that demanded the reassurance; "There has to be."
Her pale brow became marred with determination. A grimace slowly brew, "No milk." Shooting a glance to the kitchen that held her precious liquid, Maddox weighed her options.
Her gaze went to the ceiling, then to her hands and ultimately at the empty glass. "Talk about a dilemma." The whine emphasized as the young woman's face met the cool counter.
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