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Post by Fred Dukes on Oct 12, 2010 8:40:48 GMT -4
Fred watched with wide eyes as she hopped lithely into the air and did a little back flip toward freedom. Landing lightly on the balls of her feet, the purple headed girl turned around and gave a parting gesture before running out the door.
He looked at the door, then looked at the tables blocking the way and then looked at the door again. Balling up a fist he brought it down hard in the middle of the table, collapsing it into a heap of broken plastic shards. Looking up with an angry expression he thought about giving chase, but then the smell of cooking hot dogs caught his attention and turned it toward the kitchen.
His stomach rumbled and he licked his lips.
Pushing the tables out of his way he moved toward the food.
“She did wink at me,” he acknowledged with a satisfied grin. “She’ll be back.”
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Post by Rose of Sharon Cassidy on Jun 27, 2015 1:14:08 GMT -4
"Damn what the-" a mysterious woman's voice rasps out from a partially open doorway.
"This place looks like a stampede went wild on it!" The clacking of heels can be heard outside the doorway.
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Post by Rose of Sharon Cassidy on Jun 27, 2015 1:16:26 GMT -4
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