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Ah, that noise... She hated that noise. Such shrill ringing was enough to make her heart tear out of her chest and lap around the bedposts! Didn't she set her alarm clock to something more pleasant? Yes, the Fourth Nocture...
She was too tired to care, in any case. Grell rolled over, and with all of her displeasure willed into one mighty
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If you absolutely must have something more suited to -your- tastes I suppose you can go shopping with my card. No heels. No dresses or skirts. No leather. Please don't go over the top or you will assuredly find your own wardrobe changed.
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And why can't I call you 'darling'?
Hm, I just might do that! Don't be silly! I wouldn't think of dressing you in heels or skirts, as it wouldn't suit you. Leather would be rather sexy, though, I think!
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I am not your darling, Grell.
One small thing to be glad of...
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And I never said that you were my darling, but wouldn't that be lovely?
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