"This Admonishment is not work-safe!" I exclaim. The Calligrapher glances at the draft, then asks, "The others were?" I pause for a long moment. Then mutter, "Point." (My friends have since assured me that the draft is not pr0ntastic. Apparently I still blush at the drop of a hat and am not a good measure of these things.) (Yes, this means what you're thinking.) ( archangelbeth, you may now commence with the schoolgirl fantasies.) (Fwooshtastic!) (>.>) (<.<) Stardancer Home.Tags: ai-naidar, meta-conversations Current Mood: blushy
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