06-05-2011, 09:37 AM
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She was sipping the wine slowly, trying to gauge whether it was dry or sweet, having read about wine but not tasted it before. Her face was politely expressionless as he spoke, betraying none of her amusement or curiosity at the words of this unusual character. The disciplined mongrel girl sat still straight upright, and her back became momentarily stiffer as he mentioned he came here for a woman. Oh, there was more to this story, for sure. There was no sign or scent of a female friend here now, unless his quest had been one of revenge, and the woman he spoke of had been an enemy. She wondered what had become of his acquaintance. Her glass was still half full and she waved away his offer. "Did you find her?" were her only words.
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