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Post by Melody Arachne on Apr 2, 2007 22:27:48 GMT -5
"... here? Leon was here?" Melody smiles, a slow, dimpled smile, and begins reloading her shotgun. "You just let me know a little faster, next time, Zhivago, you hear? I got a score to settle with that nutjob."
"Guys, the soup's still warm, if you want some. Other than that we'll have to wait for ValJohn to fire up the oven. He ain't gonna charge you, much as you've helped out." She laughs, the sound a little brittle. "What's the saying? Your money's no good here?"
"Vito! Please, man, no fire inside, please no fire inside! Fire burn, make things hot! Fire baaaaaad..."
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