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Post by Alloy Alloy on Jun 2, 2006 4:19:32 GMT -5
If anything, she wanted Damien to be checking her out, but that was a different story. Zarahe turned her head to see a young, maybe about the same age as her with curly dirty blonde hair, and big brown eyes. Fishing...? Zarahe thought. She just gave the boy a smile, and turned back to the parchment. Totally not my type, let him look. I don't care.
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Post by ...Really Bad Eggs... on Jun 2, 2006 7:59:20 GMT -5
Damien grinned slightly as he read, and was about to reply when the shadow of the librarian loomed over him. Quickly shoving the paper out of sight he tried to act like he was reading.
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Post by Alloy Alloy on Jun 2, 2006 15:05:42 GMT -5
As did Zarahe, waiting for the old hag to run along and leave them alone.
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Post by ...Really Bad Eggs... on Jun 9, 2006 11:52:26 GMT -5
Damien looked up to see the librarian had moved off, and quickly scribbled down 'Jesus, that was close.'
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Post by Alloy Alloy on Jun 9, 2006 12:06:21 GMT -5
Yeah.. It was. I don't get why she doesn't just stay in her corner. Can't she just leave students alone?
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