Jaenelle brushed back a strand of hair from her face, leaned back on the double bed, and sighed, closing her book at the knock on the door. She couldn’t really have expected a relaxing, interruptionless afternoon, could she have? Such a thing didn’t really exist in her family. At least, most of the males didn’t think so. And they didn’t seem to
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You get Armand's ponytail!
*wibbles*
I really should write something for you for something so lovely as this.
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It was my pleasure. :D *snugs*
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