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 Posted: Thu Aug 18, 2011 11:07 am
Her lip curled slightly in disgust; she stood, and began to make a smooth efficient exit. "You're too old to keep ******** your life up," she slung over her shoulder as a goodbye, her face settling into a look of brooding anger. That was a dense ******** wolf, and this wasn't fun anymore.
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Posted: Tue Aug 23, 2011 10:04 pm
He was...what the hell did that even mean? And what did that have to do with anything he'd just said? Did her evasion of the Partridge comment mean that had already happened? Glowering, he stood aside, more than happy to get out of her way this time. "And you're too bitchy to be giving out advice," he muttered, more to himself than for her benefit as he stalked stiff-legged away.
This was the flaw of YMCA, he thought: when they let in all sorts, they really let them all in.
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