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| Cranmerrily | Mar 11 2009, 06:35 AM Post #181 |
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((I’m interested to see Odetta and Mu interact since although Mu really likes women, he’s also very innocent and I’m not sure how he’d take her advances xDD)) ((I also forgot to put this in my first post: Mu’s Outfit)) Mu had begun to watch the fireflies in amazement. There was nothing like this in the city. Mother should see this… “Oh! I am so sorry!” The young man stumbled backward, having been startled back to his senses by a sudden collision with another person. He looked up to see who the stranger was, dazed as he blinked down at her with wide eyes. She was looking at him in a way that didn’t seem to match her apology. It was rather… strange. Was that a bad thing? Mu wasn’t sure. When he had finally moved past the woman’s peculiar behavior, the poor boy froze. This person. She was… She was… How could he describe her? Oh, she was attractive, surely, and as with all women in this category, he felt a pull toward her. But there was something else. It was magnetizing and yet extremely unnerving. Even more so with that rather provocative dress she was wearing. Lost for words, Mu simply stared at her, looking much like a terrified child minus the fact that he was fighting to keep his eyes on her face. Oh, mother would be terribly disappointed in him if he showed such disrespect toward a woman… But this was too much and it was horribly distracting! The young man’s face was beginning to flush and he could feel a bead of sweat forming. “Erm… Um… Sorry,” he finally managed, diverting his gaze toward the ground |
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| Mrs. Darcy | Mar 11 2009, 12:35 PM Post #182 |
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It was obvious to Nyida that her date clearly didn't want to be around this 'Min Hee Ko'. Somehow, she understood. Eyes caught on the blurr of hand before her in the air, Nyida blinked not realizing someone could get so excited over introducing themselves. "Nyida. Nyida O'Malley." Inside Nyida smacked herself. Had she really just given her last name to someone with a color of hair that looked poisonous? Yes. She had. Truthfully though, the girl looked cute with her different colored hair. Except admitting that wouldn't happen. As she found Jim excusing himself her heart missed a step, and she could have swore it tried to stop beating. Why didn't this girl just take the thrown hint the two were dancing? This girl has lost some marbles in her life. She thought with a generous smile on her face. "Did you sign up for a date?" Yes. Say yes! The blonde prayed. "If you don't mind Min Hee Ko I'm not comfortable standing in the middle of the dance floor, unless I'm dancing." Pivotiing her heel she began to make her exit off of the dance floor, and away from Jim; she was sure Min would follow her steps off the dance floor. ----------------------------------------------------------------- Myrta was rather pleased she hadn't gone and made a fool of herself. It had been almost over two years since she had last danced but as for formal dancing? That was a different matter. "Don't you worry I'll keep up just fine. No challenge there." A toothy grin preceeded to press against her face. If it wasn't for gravity Myrta would have wondered how she was able to constantly grin. Luckily, there was such thing as gravity and no mystery to be solved. |
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| usagi | Mar 11 2009, 02:25 PM Post #183 |
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[dohtml] <table align=center cellpadding=20 cellspacing=0 width=500 bgcolor=#00001C style="border:1px solid #00001C;"> <tr> <td background=http://i303.photobucket.com/albums/nn144/underliningsilence/cole.png height=300> </td> </tr> <tr> <td> <font face="BlackChancery,Baskerville Old Face" color=908EB1 size=2> It hadn’t been merely a compliment, and anyone who saw the way he looked at her would have been able to tell that his thoughts didn’t exactly stop at her looking beautiful tonight in the dress she had selected. The dress was simple in design, and yet it was driving him mad, being held up by nothing but a simple zipper down the back of the gown. He had suppressed his need for most of the night, but the dance they had shared had nearly killed him. How much longer was he expected to play these casual games, he wondered. How much longer before he could take her home and into her bed? <br><br> “…You look quite handsome yourself,” He heard her reply, almost shyly, and dragged his gaze from the expanse of her milky white bare shoulders and back up to her face. <br><br> “I’m flattered, my lady,” He returned, lightly teasing, before stepping back to give himself some distance, and then finally turned his attention over to the food and, more importantly, the wine table. Thank God for that. Reaching forward, he poured himself a glass of wine before even bothering a second glance at the food. Even still, his mind only wondered back to the inappropriate thoughts that were constantly crowding his mind ever since that day in the cave, where he had nearly decided to take her on the damned wet, cold, and uncomfortable ground. <br><br> “Wine?” Cole turned and asked Ophelia, holding up the bottle of wine above an empty glass, ready to pour on her call. </font> </td> </tr> </table> [/dohtml] |
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| usagi | Mar 11 2009, 02:45 PM Post #184 |
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[dohtml] <table align=center cellpadding=20 cellspacing=0 width=480 bgcolor=#FAD5C7 style="border:3px solid #B7816C;"> <tr> <td background=http://i303.photobucket.com/albums/nn144/underliningsilence/Choutable.png height=430> </td> </tr> <tr> <td> <font face="century gothic" color=B7816C size=2> When Kayla mentioned that the village actually had a get together like this at least once every season, Chou’s face immediately brightened. It was the perfect way for her to meet new people, and it was far more efficient then walking down the street and running up to any random stranger she happened to meet then saying, “Hi!”. That was rather awkward, or she would imagine so, and she was far too shy a person to ever do anything remotely similar to that. <br><br> The majority of her days were actually spent on her farm, since the spring had rolled in and signaled it time for her to work on getting the fields cleared and growing some crops. Unfortunately, she didn’t know what she was doing. To her added embarrassment, Yasumi must of spied her making a complete imbecile of herself one day, for he had returned home and thrown a “How To” farming book at her. Beyond mortification, she had to admit she was rather thankful. With the help of the book, she’d been able to make some progress. Now it was only a matter of going out and buying some tools. And that meant running back to the mainland, back to the farming store. Hopefully they wouldn’t notice that she was the same girl who had come weeks before, buying seeds and nothing else. <br><br> She had seriously thought it was as easy as that! <br><br> “May I ask how you’ve found the island so far?” <br><br> “The island?” Chou asked, glancing back up at Kayla, her thoughts still on that blasted farming field and how it was going nowhere fast. Shaking her thoughts away, she laughed lightly to pass off her nervousness. “O-Oh, I’m liking it very well. I think it may be just the kind of place I was looking for, actually, since I had ran a….” <br><br> She trailed off, and slowly closed her mouth. She couldn’t really tell someone that she had run away, could she? It wasn’t that she was in any danger of being sent back---at least not anymore---but still, that was usually a strange conversation to bring up. Besides, it wasn’t really running away! Her parents had both passed away, and she owned no real obligation to Hougeki. She’d simply been under his care, and working as Yasumi’s maid. And it was Yasumi who had expressed his disgust for her, and had made her run off in the first place. <br><br> …Somewhere along the line, she had forgotten that. Chou frowned at the thought, her shoulders slumping as she stared down at the table. He hadn’t changed at all since that day! The only difference now was that she understood his personality better, and let his rude, awful behavior pass by making excuses for him! <br><br> With a soft groan, she bent forward to rest her forehead against the tabletop, feeling defeated. </font> </td> </tr> </table> [/dohtml] |
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| usagi | Mar 11 2009, 03:02 PM Post #185 |
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[dohtml] <table align=center cellpadding=20 cellspacing=0 width=432 bgcolor=#FEF5F9 style="border:1px solid #B64459;"> <tr> <td background="http://i303.photobucket.com/albums/nn144/underliningsilence/maddy.jpg" height=615> </td> </tr> <tr> <td> <font color="#F073A3"> Madeline began to slowly calm down, her open sobs dimming to mere sniffs and uneven breathing. Her mind started to work again, rising above the tidal wave of emotion that had crashed down on her, and made embarrassment, for her show of weakness, lighten the color of her cheeks. Quickly, she started to wipe at her cheeks with a small hand, trying to rub the tears away. How embarrassing! She thought desperately, sniffing again and rubbing her eyes. Unconsciously, she held her boxed chocolates to her chest tightly, not giving them up for the world. <br><br> “Why don’t we… start over?” Madeline heard her date say, and she glanced back toward him to see that he was smiling and holding out his hand. He had also taken off that silly apron he’d been wearing, and looked a lot more presentable now. “I’m Blaise Chaffe; it’s a pleasure to finally meet you, Miss Madeline.” <br><br> She was shaken by the moment. Relief was pouring through her veins, as well as excitement and new found happiness at the fact that her date, Blaise Chaffe, had truly arrived. He was here, in person, standing before her and smiling. He’d brought her chocolates he’d spent the day making especially for her. Of course, he wasn’t the perfect prince, with his hair still messy and funny looking, and his outfit not meeting up to the standards of many other men at the party, but somehow he was perfect. He was wonderful. He was everything she had imagined, expected, and so much more! <br><br> Madeline was suddenly beside herself with overwhelming happiness, and she couldn’t keep the childish delight off of her face. Reaching forward, she gratefully accepted his outstretched hand, grasping it with her own small hand. <br><br> “I’m so happy to finally meet you,” She replied softly, despite the overflowing emotions. Then she couldn’t help herself and laughed lightly. “You look quite silly, I might add. But it fits you perfectly, I think! And you‘re very handsome! A-And thank you for the chocolates!” <br><br> She had to force herself to be quiet, before she blurted out something embarrassing. If she already hadn’t. </font> </td> </tr> </table> [/dohtml] |
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| cheshire | Mar 11 2009, 04:40 PM Post #186 |
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[dohtml] <br> <table align=center cellpadding=10 cellspacing=10 width=400 background="http://www.christian-wallpaper.com/backgrounds/pink-floral-background.jpg" style="border:1px dotted#FFFFFF;"> <tr> <td>[align=center] [/align]<BR><BR>Ophelia was, as usual, oblivious. She was oblivious to his glances, ones that lingered longer than they had before, to his needs, his wants, his desires. Even after he had so bluntly told her one of the things he wanted from her, she had seemingly forgotten. His lust for her was something she just... never noticed, really. Perhaps it was because she had no idea what she was looking for, or maybe she was just too busy paying attention to other things about him that they slipped right past her vision. Either way, she had no idea how he was feeling then, though she was hopeful that he was as happy as she was. <BR><BR> That wasn't to say it wasn't noticeable, however. Odetta had mentioned it multiple times to her sister, saying things along the lines of, 'So been in any other beds lately?' or things of the like. And, of course, these comments went misunderstood by the blond woman as well. Perhaps it had something to do with how stricken she was with him, how completely and utterly infatuated. And, even though she had never even pondered the thought, never even brought it up in her mind, there was really no telling how she'd react if he had mentioned the idea of becoming intimate.<BR><BR> Ophelia returned to the present situation at the sound of Cole's voice and she smiled at the words 'my lady.' He may have meant nothing by them at all, may have just said them to fit with what she'd say, but just hearing him say 'my lady' was enough to make her giddy. She liked the thought of being his lady, no one elses. It was nice.<BR><BR> She watched as he poured himself a glass of wine and then offered her some as well. Wine was something she had drank before, her parents often passing it around at parties and such, and she could handle it fairly well. She had never drank in excess, either, so she knew her limits and what she could and couldn't take. One glass would be fine, two maybe, but after that she feared traveling farther would be awful. Still... that one glass wouldn't hurt, right? She nodded in response and smiled at Cole once again. To a great night together, it was. </tr> </table> <br> [/dohtml] |
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| cheshire | Mar 11 2009, 04:53 PM Post #187 |
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[dohtml] <br> <table align=center cellpadding=10 cellspacing=10 width=400 bgcolor="black" style="border:3px dotted#A07213;"> <tr> <td>[align=center] <BR><BR>[/align]Subtly, Odetta dragged her green eyes up and down the poor, poor victim she had basically just slammed herself into. He was cute, not too terribly tall, though he was taller than she, with luscious green hair. In fact, she was kind of... hypnotized by his hair. Not too often did she come across people with out of the ordinary colored hair, and his was certainly tip top on her list. Green was such a nice color, not as nice as black, but it wasn't bad. And, she may have been imagining this but it seemed to almost be... shimmering. Ooh, sparkles... nice. <BR><BR> Finally dragging herself away from sizing him up, deciding that she was impressed in case you were wondering, she smiled in a sickeningly sweet way and nodded her head. He seemed almost nervous, shy if his reaction had any way of telling, and a bit scared as well. Perhaps it was her dress that was intimidating, which she was quite proud of. In fact, she had pestered her sister repeatedly for days to make it. She had an intense idea of what she wanted it to look like, and her sister simply did not want to comply. Once she had narrowed it down to a more simply, less provocative idea, however, Ophelia finally caved.<BR><BR> But that wasn't important right now. Back to the task at hand, Odetta looked sideways at the man in front of her. "I really do apologize. Look, I can make it up to you. Would you like to dance? Oh... silly me, I've forgotten to introduce myself." She looked down as if she truly were sorry before glancing back up, a smile her sister would sport plastered on her face. "I'm Odetta Bano, it's nice to meet you!" <BR><BR><BR> [[XD Poor Mu, it's okay. Not many people do know how to handle Odetta.]] </td> </tr> </table> <br> [/dohtml] |
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| Indigo | Mar 11 2009, 10:32 PM Post #188 |
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[ zephyr ] [ nathaniel ] [ jacob ] Whoops! It was never good to be late, and yet, here she was. Tardy, tardy, tardy. Zephyr Estan quickly walked along the path to Sapphire Glade, her steps light but careful. The woman pursed her lips, hoping that her assigned date hadn't already left or sauntered off with someone else. It seemed pretty likely - after all, well... she was quite late. And the reason why? It was dressed in black and lagging a fair distance behind her. Dragging that thing out here had taken a good hour, at least... Once she was close enough to see the crowds of people in the beautiful Glade, Zephyr slowed to a normal pace. Breathing in a sigh, she took a moment to smooth out and tidy up her hair and dress. With that out of the way, the brunette looked over her shoulder... and snorted. The woman turned around and saw her cousin trudging along the path, looking like a humiliated kid with a bad haircut on the first day of high school. Even from where she was, she could see his fists clenched and his shoulders hunched over. It was surprising to see that the bouquet in his vise-like clutch was still in one piece. Nathaniel's head was angled groundwards, but she could still tell that he was swearing profusely under his breath, cursing her very existence. She couldn't help but giggle. "You know, you should get better posture if you want to make a good first impression!' Zephyr called to him. In return, she recieved a very special one-finger salute. Laughing more, she went on, "Hey, at least you didn't get a guy this time!" This time, the salute was repeated loudly - in words. Snickering, she shook her head slowly. "Oh, how I love you," the woman said softly to herself. Tossing her hair over her shoulder, she waved at her angsting cousin. "I'll see you later, okay?" Silence. "Okay, have fun!" With that, Zephyr plunged into the festivities in search of a Mr. Kyosuke Harusame. *~*~*~*~* Hate. Hate. Hate. Nathaniel ground his teeth together angrily, clearly displeased with this entire situation. Honestly, how many times was that rat Zephyr going to force him into such a humiliating event? Damn blind dates, damn festivals, damn everything! Stupid world. "I hate you too," he growled as he watched his obnoxious cousin bounce away merrily into the thriving crowd in the distance. Scratching his head irritably, he jammed his hand into one pocket and pulled out a piece of paper. His companion for the evening - a Myrta Moonstalker, believe it or not - had sent it to him, briefly describing her appearance: light brown hair, green eyes, wearing a dark purple dress. Nathaniel wrinkled his nose. He couldn't make any judgements based of such limited information. Well, actually, no - that was a lie. He definitely could. Moonstalker? He was already nauseated. Was this girl some sort of stupid hippie or something? Who on earth had a ridiculous last name like that! And a dark purple dress? He rarely liked such a colour on such a garment - must be some sort of gaudy hippie fashion. But, even so, he always thought light hair paired with dark colours was difficult to pull off. Sure, it could look decent or maybe pretty but, dammit, if he settled for that then his ancestors would surely turn in their graves. Nathaniel required stunning. And he doubted he would get that here. All in all, this night was looking to be one huge disappointment. Honestly, there were better ways he could spend his time. Sighing, Nathaniel soon found himself in the midst of the Goddess Festival now. He scowled at the red roses he had brought. Another thing Zephyr had forced him to do. Well. He was here. Might as well at least dump them on this girl... no use wasting money, after all. So, with that, he began his search for his date. *~*~*~*~* Urk. What happened to the time? Jacob hurried along the path to Sapphire Glade. He ran hastily along the path, the time put into his carefully combed hair flying about as he went. He hurried along, not caring about his clothes. His only concern was trying to get there at least... somewhat on time. Fashionably late, if managable. Soon, he passed by another man who bore roses and a heavy aura of displeasure. Jacob glanced back at him over his shoulder, finding slight comfort in knowing that he wouldn't be the last person there, at least. Still, he had to hurry! He had stood up this poor Charlotte girl long enough, and he felt positively awful. What also failed to help was the anxiety that swirled about along with the guilt. Dates? Him? They never mixed. God no. It was just... not so smooth. Awkward, that was the word. But, he had to try. If he never exposed himself to the challenges then he would never be able to overcome them. Making a determined fist, Jacob slowed down as he found himself entering the festivities. Yes! He could do this... probably. Maybe? ... It was rather sad how any confidence he might've had could wither so quickly. Well, maybe... it could come back just as quickly. The man laughed inwardly at this. Yeah, okay. "Charlotte Na... Charlotte Na," Jacob mumbled as he began to wander about in search for this girl. |
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| edelweiss; | Mar 11 2009, 11:08 PM Post #189 |
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| Venom | Mar 11 2009, 11:09 PM Post #190 |
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"Would you wanna try? ...Dancing, I mean." Vanilla cleared his throat, looking from the floor over to Charlotte. He wasn't sure why, but he really wanted to dance. Maybe because it seemed fun, and he had never been dancing for a long time. Not since he had hung out with Connie and the gang. He blinked, realizing now that was a lot to be asking of a person he'd only known for a while. "Actually...uhm...you know, never mind. That was a dumb thing to ask." Shaking his head, Vanilla turned away from her. |
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| edelweiss; | Mar 11 2009, 11:20 PM Post #191 |
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| Indigo | Mar 12 2009, 12:25 AM Post #192 |
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Er... this didn't feel so well planned out? Jacob scratched the side of his face, unsure of what to do. He had no idea what this Charlotte girl looked like. The only thing he did have was her name and, well, the only way to really use that was to go around asking everyone he could about her. A frown creased his face as he looked about at the other villagers. Everyone seemed to be absorbed in the buzzing excitement and festivities. Everywhere he looked, he saw smiles and heard laughter. Eyes danced with joy as people danced on the floor. He probably could not find anyone who did not glow with happiness. Now, how could he butt into all that shiny joy to ask without ruining things? Rubbing the back of his neck, the tall man sighed and shook his head. Thing was, he couldn't. Ah well. He'd... think of something. Until then, he supposed the one thing he could do was continue meandering around... mumbling her name. ... Like a psycho. He stopped abruptly, his eyes narrowing into a glare as he realized how crazy he seemed. This... wasn't helping him. At all. In fact, it was hurting him. The frown on his face deepened at this realization. Man, this... this was hard. Why, oh why. He had no trouble with things ten times more difficult and rare than this, yet... Just then, the dark-haired man heard a voice at his side: "Excuse me, but would you happen to be Mister Lo?" Jacob turned and saw a woman with short, dark hair. His eyes narrowed more as he studied her features for a moment. When he had finished, Jacob tightened his lips and pressed them together. He knit his brow as he tried to search for the right things to say. It was pretty likely that this was Charlotte Na - who else would randomly know his name, and be looking for him? He figured that out easily; the challenge now was getting the words out. Jacob kept his eyes on her for a moment as he mentally wrestled with things to say. After a moment or so, he gave a slow, simple nod. "Yeah. Sorry. I'm late... Charlotte." He paused before he reached into his pocket and pulled out a small red box tied with a matching ribbon. The dark-haired man held it out, his features slightly softer but still harsh. With that, he said, "Here. It's for you." |
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| edelweiss; | Mar 12 2009, 12:50 AM Post #193 |
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| dazzlatte! | Mar 12 2009, 02:42 AM Post #194 |
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Between the twirls and warm catches, Chimera was quickly reminded why she'd taken an early interest in Mister Mysterious (the name 'Fredrick' hardly lived up to such an exotic title!). Zoning back into her habit of morbid curiousity and nosyness, she couldn't help but look at him with enlightened eyes. So, maybe he wasn't the gruff, tough, rugged-rough man she'd first conjured, albeit fantastically; even if that was something of a disappointment, Chimera came to the conclusion that she liked this man just as much. And the similarity still linking the two was probably the best part, either way. "I'll bet you've got a lot of stories, then, don't you," The way she said it was almost like a purr, like the cat who'd found a secret dish of milk. It took a lot of personal restraint to keep her from ending the dance, strapping him to a chair and interrogating the heck out of him, it really did. All that mischieviousness flashing in her eyes was probably the most convincing warning signal, though - that and the fact she was suddenly more than comfortable clinging to him a wee bit closer, like that might make it possible for her to absorb his adventure via osmosis. "Tell me one." So basically, she was asking - well demanding really - that he keep pace with the dance and rattle off a riotous tale full of suspense and intrigue and all that. Dance monkey dance? |
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| BwavoBunny | Mar 12 2009, 03:28 AM Post #195 |
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Fred saw the hunger in her eyes, he had seen some it when they had first met. "You are a nosy little thing, arn't ya," he grunted. But, hell, what was there to lose? He was willing to give her a story, so long as he got to chose it. Continuing to sway with the music, he thought of which one to tell. Slowly, he began, "A few months ago, I was in a town called Mine Town, which, needless to say, was a mining town. They mined what you might expect; coal, gold, iron, silver, and the like. However," his eye widened a bit, "they also extracted another mineral that no other town could." Lowered his voice a bit he continued, "Star gems; like the one I gave to you." He glared at her a bit, but continued, "Now, they are pretty, as you saw, and shaped a bit like stars. But what purpose could they really have? 'None!' is what I, and many think. So, when I got a job as a miner, I had no idea what I was getting into." Pausing in his story, he gave Hazel another twirl, letting it last just a bit longer than usual, knowing it must be driving her crazy that he had stopped. As he brought her back to him, he smiled playfully, "Hmm...now where was IIIII....oh yes, being a miner. Would you like me to continue? It sounds a bit dull now that I'm saying it out loud...we can talk about the weather or how nice the Festival is if you wish." Fred would finish his story, but that didn't mean he couldn't have fun with her first. |
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