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[May. 30th, 2009|09:08 pm] |
*Works late at the Flower, heading-off calls from media vultures types sniffing around for information on Glorfindel's latest stint at rehab.*
*Heads home, looking around for a take-out because being asked to cook after a day like this would clearly be cruel and unusual punishment.*
*Really isn't paying attention to her surroundings and shrieks in surprise when a passer-by makes a grab for her handbag.*
*Instinctively wrenches it back and staggers away a few steps, before realising that her attacker isn't going anywhere.*
*Thinks right now would be a really good moment for deployment of pepper-spray.*
*If she had pepper-spray that is.*
*shit* |
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