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Hearts skipped a beat or two as the words began to slip under their owner's skin and minds wrapped themselves around what had taken place.
Under her thin skin was a cold but never the less beating It was a hard old pear pit of a thing, but it did what it was meant to all the same.
He stood apart from the other men- dressed entirely in blue, a little too tall and with sleeves a little too short, shoes a little too scuffed. His tie didn't quite match his outfit. Bright yellow, so it was hard to say if it would match any outfit.
She was dynamite. Five foot three and one hundred and twenty three pounds of TNT, sitting across the table from him in a red scarf and a green button down coat. Her drink of choice was a mocha frappachino with a bit of irish cream and her favourite TV show was Saved By The Bell.
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