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The bedside lamp burned low in the half-light of dusk. Lashbear saw 3894 blink, then focus her gaze.
"You can't do this to us, you -" She stopped herself and he watched self-control hood her features, her shoulders back and tight. "Quite. Feel better, Lashbear. We care."
Last edited by 3894 : 02-20-2007 at 08:04 AM.
Reason: Never try to write romance before coffee.
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