Date Posted:22:05:21 01/22/05 Sat Author: Angel Subject: She swats at his stomach with a wet dish cloth, arching a fine brow "Me? Cold blooded? Hardly, I'm spanish, my bloods close to boilin' and you know it baby. It just aint a friend of this damn cold weather." She smirked and packed her materials back into their box and stashed them away under the sink. reaching upto the overhead wine racks to pull down a bottle of red. In reply to:
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