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Subject: silly man. that's a terrible idea.

Author: tarot

[ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] Date Posted: 10:55:43 07/18/09 Sat In reply to: Zeth 's message, ".:. Probably not.:." on 10:39:06 07/18/09 Sat Tarot hid her smile in the collar of her jacket, her pale cheeks flushing rose pink with relief. She shrugged at the cigarettes, but wrinkled her nose. They didn't bother her personally, but there was something about her biological makeup that just couldn't tolerate smoking them. Probably the fairy thing. it was a blessing she had at least half of her mother's genes- or traveling by anything but foot would be a hellish experience. Iron aversion, and all that. She sank down onto the bench the man had vacated, crossing her legs at the ankles. Her poor feet. Rubbing self-consciously at the burns on her neck, tarot met his eyes. That, Sir, would be a bad idea. Tarot slid the pendant into her breast pocket, ignoring the sting as its aura pulsated through the pocket's thin silk lining. I have no place to be and no one to see; but a warm bed would be most delightful. She extended a hand, each of eight golden rings shining in the dim light. Tarot Whiteheart, at your service. You need not wait for me. He had earned the right to call her by name, whoever he was. He stank of blood and death, but he had made no ill moves against her. But- final advice- kill your wife. Tarot laughed, her emerald eyes full of mirth. If she's done such a horrid job on one son, do not let her bear you another. stock credit tarot.deuce [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ]

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Subject	Author	Date
.:. Why is that so?.:.	Zeth	06:10:07 07/19/09 Sun
it's scary bannanas. -- tarot, 10:52:28 07/19/09 Sun .:.how can bananas be scary?.:. -- Zeth, 16:28:23 07/19/09 Sun when they go rotten. -- tarot, 19:17:59 07/19/09 Sun where the hobo lies -- hobo sam, 19:19:27 07/20/09 Mon .:.But when they start to decay they're perfect for banana bread!.:. -- Zeth, 12:33:21 07/21/09 Tue do you share, though? -- tarot, 12:50:09 07/21/09 Tue .:.I actually had a banana for breakfast and now my tummy hurts .:. -- Zeth, 05:03:34 07/22/09 Wed I never was fond of them, myself -- tarot, 12:32:19 07/22/09 Wed .:.Yeah, well. Peanut butter makes them better.:. -- Zeth, 17:20:41 07/22/09 Wed that's disgusting -- tarot, 18:05:48 07/22/09 Wed bananas for the hobo? -- hobo sam, 23:08:30 07/22/09 Wed Uh. Sure? -- Zeth, 04:37:50 07/23/09 Thu yay! *noms banana* -- hobo sam, 11:32:02 07/23/09 Thu