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Annie Winchester ([info]anniegirl) wrote in [info]utr_logs,
@ 2011-06-22 22:26:00

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Entry tags:annorah winchester, sage

WHO: Annie and Sage
WHAT: "Are you stalking me?"
WHERE: Outside Annie's culinary school in London
WARNINGS: Annie has a potty mouth. Possible demon innuendo.



The week was over, and Annie was happy to be finished. She'd spent the whole day slaving over a bake stove for a simpering twat of a woman, and after three trays of gummy profiteroles, Annie was ready to go home and cook a gougere just for her own fucking pride. She'd changed out of whites, packed her knives, and was now heading out the door. She could practically smell the portkey and freedom.


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[info]anniegirl
2011-06-23 04:14 am UTC (link)
"No, but I didn't know how good it was. Though I have to admit your name's slipped my mind. Sorry. I'm better with faces." Annie folded her arms across her body, her knife pouch hitting against her thigh. Defensive poses came naturally to her.

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