| [Jan. 2nd, 2008|02:10 am] |
Strolling after the dark slayer leaned against the wall next to the dressing room. With a boot on the wall and her arms crossed over her ample chest she started feeling way too much like she was stuck in the husband spot.
Knocking on the door she groused, "Hurry it up. And twirl pretty for me while you're at it." She never said she was patient. |
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