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Post by Melody Arachne on Apr 4, 2007 23:53:43 GMT -5
"That'd be more reassuring, hon, if it wasn't you who built the bridge. Yes, I did mention fire, but I was thinking more along the lines of a welding torch. A flamethrower might be a bit ... extreme."
Melody moves to sit on the stool beside Lachryma, pulling a box of smokes from beneath the bar. She taps one out, offers the pack the the Russian. "So we're relatively secure, there aren't any hordes banging on the doors ... I'm thinkin' ... daquiri party."
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