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Oct 12, 2006 22:39

He'd made dinner. It wasn't the finest fare, but he'd always had a hand at whipping together the simple and edible and thus a light soup, a side of shellfish, and a rather juicy roast had been prepared and set out. THe phoenix was settled in a small niche near the ceiling from where he would make his entrance and he's... well, waiting and hoping this goes as well as he hopes it will.
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