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Lt. Kennedy, Lt. Bush
Gentlemen, where are you? It's been, erm...far too long. Do you think I like having only my angsty typist for company? Please, let me know there are still sane men out there.
And...the typist said I must do this because everyone else is, and that anyone should feel free to ask me.
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*A large, attractively decorated box of chocolates sits on the table. The chocolates are the finest available--and there are no coconut ones, Horatio having remembered previous experiences with chocolates ( Read more... ) -
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Archie.
Mr. Hornblower has never claimed to be a man of many words. -
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I've never been so happy in all of my life. I cannot believe my good luck or good fate. He...makes me more than I ever imagined.
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The typist made me post this. She says it reminds her of me. *blushblush, clears throat uncomfortably*
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*most undignified*
Agh! Archie, help! The typists, they...they...well, let's just say they are saying horrid things and planning on making me do even worse things. They are truly evil and vile women! And they have no remorse, no respect, no...
*sputters angrily*
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Ahem. *tries desperately not to blush, especially if Archie is looking*
Erm. Right. So the typist made me take this ridiculous thing. I...well....h'hmm.
Your Kissing Purity Score: 74% Pure
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