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Jul 20, 2009 19:22

[Because the mun is cruel and cracktastic]

When the door opens this morning, it's on a pair of piercing emerald eyes and a mop of just-this-side-of-needing-a-trim copper hair, peering around what was supposed to be the kitchen door, at barely half the height of it. This did not look like the kitchen and those people were not the cook --

-- but it looked so interesting. Maybe Mother and Father had redecorated for another party. Maybe there would be sweets on one of the tables again. It couldn't hurt to check. Just in case.

He did have until the big hand was on the six before his piano lesson.

edward cullen, carlisle cullen

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