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Post by Leon Silverblood on Mar 1, 2007 21:04:15 GMT -5
Leon glances over ihs shoulder at Melody, swallowing as he drinks her in from head to toe for the hundredth time. So many girls, so much eye candy He looks up at the stripper. some of it sour.
"My best guess would be that it's roots are in Greek, anyway. I couldn't tell you for sure. I'd like to know your Russian name, though, and how you got here. Were you one of those mail-order brides?" He laughs, knowing he may have offended her but appreciating his own joke anyway. He catches himself eying her physique and pulls his eyes away before he gets slapped. That really has been happening a lot lately.
"I've been here a few months. Too long, too long. You?"
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