The rhythms boomed in the dance club when France locked eyes with her. Beautiful green orbs shined out, even amidst the flashing lights, and France downed his drink in one gulp. He pushed through he dancing, pulsating crowd and found her and grabbed her hips. She started, blushed, and shouted over the music, "I'm
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Re: J.I.M.P.
anonymous
December 2 2009, 15:19:30 UTC
Seriously. This was the best. I laughed so hard and now I'm holding myself back to finishing stuff before attempting to make a shitty mad to this fic....
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