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Feb 15, 2006 15:37

Sometimes, now, Alexi can see the front door out of the corner of her eye. But whenever she turns to get a closer look, it's gone. She has yet to decide whether this is better or worse than the thing not being there at all ( Read more... )

greg sanders, alexi darling

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dnaromantic February 15 2006, 20:37:23 UTC
Minus an onion ring.

The hand that swiped it smelled like Hawaiian coffee.

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darling_alexi February 15 2006, 20:45:45 UTC
She almost doesn't notice. But then she looks down, and there's an onion ring missing... and why on earth does it smell vaguely like coffee?
"I guess it's too late to tell you to stop that," she says to the guy who snatched the onion ring, though she sounds more amused than upset.

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dnaromantic February 15 2006, 20:50:15 UTC
"Swallowed it," he says, grinning. "I'm Greg Sanders. Stealing food is not my primary occupation."

Actually, he works for the police, isn't that amusing.

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darling_alexi February 15 2006, 20:55:33 UTC
"Alexi Darling," she replies, offering a hand - even at this far of a remove from her business, she is nothing if not professional. "And it's not a problem, I probably shouldn't eat all these myself anyway."
Not that she's likely to be in front of a camera any time soon, but the point remains.

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