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Post by Melody Arachne on Mar 3, 2007 2:13:40 GMT -5
Mel leans over, cupping Leon's hand with hers and pulling fire into her smoke. She sends a long plume towards the ceiling before turning back to the Russian.
"People like me? You ah ...mean what? Americans?" She shakes her head and laughs, twisting the top off of the dirty bottle of mescal. "It's that whole Fourth of July thing, baby. We just love to blow shit up. Makes us feel all ... virtuous." "I blame Bruce Willis."
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