08-01-2008, 07:09 PM
*steals all your sticks* No stick for him to beat ME with *runs away!*
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Once he’d finished, she spun around to face him, her eyes alighting with the possibilities he had given her. Really? she gasped incredulously, as if she had not thought about doing such activities in such a pretty article of clothing. With a lasting grin, she spun away from Laurel, dancing gracefully out into the aisle; twirling, throwing her arms about, and laughing to no one in particular. The she stopped, mid-aisle and spun to face laurel again. She beckoned him with her hands and laughed jubilantly. Come dance with me, Laurel! She did another spin, as if it would affect his decision in her favor.
Once he’d finished, she spun around to face him, her eyes alighting with the possibilities he had given her. Really? she gasped incredulously, as if she had not thought about doing such activities in such a pretty article of clothing. With a lasting grin, she spun away from Laurel, dancing gracefully out into the aisle; twirling, throwing her arms about, and laughing to no one in particular. The she stopped, mid-aisle and spun to face laurel again. She beckoned him with her hands and laughed jubilantly. Come dance with me, Laurel! She did another spin, as if it would affect his decision in her favor.
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