07-31-2008, 06:10 PM
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She gratefully took his hand, getting to her feet and brushing herself off. I guess I’m just the lucky type, she grinned, rubbing the back of her neck and tossing in a little, nervous laugh for stupidity’s sake. Laurel turned off into the store, which was apparently lined with racks and racks of old clothes, just their luck. She trudged off as well, only semi-following so as to not be too far from him; yet she paused at a rack of jackets, yanking a black leather one off its rusty hanger.
She gratefully took his hand, getting to her feet and brushing herself off. I guess I’m just the lucky type, she grinned, rubbing the back of her neck and tossing in a little, nervous laugh for stupidity’s sake. Laurel turned off into the store, which was apparently lined with racks and racks of old clothes, just their luck. She trudged off as well, only semi-following so as to not be too far from him; yet she paused at a rack of jackets, yanking a black leather one off its rusty hanger.
It was obvious that her arms went through the sleeves, so she did so; yet the opening ended up at her back. Backwards or not, it was still a nice jacket. She jotted over to where Laurel was looking around, and presented herself to him proudly; arms spread-eagle. This is a jacket, right? Isn’t it awesome?
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