Unformatted text preview: Without looking behind her she knew he was probably staring at the back of her head, just willing her to turn around. “good morrow, fair Athena” Where did this obsession with Shakespeare come from? Such an amusing man… Still refusing to turn, “Доброе утро 1 . If you let you’ll get food,” she planned on bribing her arm back. Jokingly she continued, “Who knows maybe I’ll bring it t-” but he cut her off. Pulling her down so the woman’s head rested on the thighs of his outstretched legs he kissed her tenderly, grinning throughout. The dried blood on his split lip sweetly mixing in with her raspberry-n-honey chapstick. Can’t call it heaven, but close enough. 1 Good Morning...
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- Spring '09
- Government, Closed, impossibly low bass, entire lower arm