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[Nov. 9th, 2009|08:33 pm] |
Um, David?
Edit; Yes, you-David. David-no-last-name-lion-rampaged-through-my-living-room-David. |
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[Nov. 9th, 2009|10:44 pm] |
Normally I would not object so strongly to being taken to a new world, however I was rather... in the middle of something prior to my most untimely departure.
Does anyone mind explaining what's gone on to a rather confused elf? |
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[Nov. 9th, 2009|11:13 pm] |
I wonder when Daddy will arrive? Somedays I grow so very tired, and ache for his touch. Sometimes, just sometimes, I miss him.
Which is very unbecoming of me. I should work. When I work, I don't think so much. Daddy always used to say that thinking isn't very becoming of a young lady. |
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[Nov. 9th, 2009|11:20 pm] |
I've been to all points of the globe. Really, all of them. And the shop's acquired some new and... unique... inventory. Very rare. One might say... dangerous.
First come first serve, ladies and gentlemen of the arcane arts. Beginning tomorrow, the special collections will be open by appointment only, and meanwhile, the regular collections will be on sale. Everything 5-50% off, depending on what mood whoever's behind the register is in.
And free 1600-1800's pornographic prints for showing your tits or finding someone to show theirs for you.
All this and my usual collection of musical regulars at the Sign of the Weasel used books, at [address] in London. |
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