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werewolf they kissed where they had no nouns, and he asked her, what do you think of me?

i'm 30/20 on the topic of you.

you fucker, that's not even 100.

she gave a glassy smirk. i don't want to put all my eggs in one basket.

what else could sam do but kiss her endlessly?
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pete she smiled, looking down, in all modesty. about twenty of us sat waiting for our exit interview. to here whether or not we would be invited to training. in that small room with today's popular music playing ( i am surprised that i have gone so long without having to submit my self to it ). i dont know if she got the job. i know that i did. there was something mysterious about her. a calm, shy smile. the head scarf and long skirt. something domestic yet exotic. mystery in simplicity and secrecy. everyone met eachother's eyes a few times. 'i know most of you will not get the answer you where hoping for or expecting tonight' the manager said. i didnt. i got a yes, instead of a no. who knows about the others. all i really remember is her smiling. intelligent eyes on a passive face. power and beauty in utter calmness. these are the thoughts of pete when forced into silence with tense people around him. admire the beauty of simplicity, he things. admire the beauty of beauty. of her smile. 040511
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