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 Posted: Sat Jan 14, 2006 1:13 pm
Remmy tilted his head slightly as he looked at her and the computer. "What's up?"
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Posted: Sat Jan 14, 2006 2:23 pm
::she types in "it's my painting, you had the extra wall space, it isnt taking place of anything else, and I had my own people drop it off. You are merely hanging it there out of convience, so take the first offer, or I will call the spencers and tell them myself I'll accept the bid." half of her draw is her mysterious aura, and people never know who she is or what she looks or sounds like, and the gallery owner knows it. He resignedly accepts the offer, while the Spencers look over the moon::
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