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[blutendimpulsge]

Rebecca's sense of humor is greatly deviated. I'm going to smell of apples for a week, one fears. Revenge was had, but whipped cream in the eye hardly seemed to daunt her in the slightest. There is the suspicion she's deliberately using up the hot water, and apple smoothie is drying in my hair. Madoc seems to think it makes me edible. Wunderbar

Comments

[wannabesanta]

Glad you're enjoying company there. ^^

But getting it on with the lady I see. Huh. Huh, huh? :D

How do you do it?

[blutendimpulsge]

Nothing quite so crude, I assure you. No carnal acts.

Converse? With words generally.

[wannabesanta]

Oh...

I don't have a problem in that department now

Just glad you be alright. Is all.

I mean are you alright?

It seems like it's been awhile since we last spoke now, eh.

[blutendimpulsge]

Pinnacle of divine constitution.

[wannabesanta]

Oh, that's good. That's good now.

Always, better that way after all.

Pinna what now? [Not Hackable]