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Sep. 29th, 2005 10:09 pmFleur is walking very carefully around the kitchen in a pair of fuzzy slippers "burrowed" lovingly from the husband. She is trying to finish putting together dinner for her husband that was stolen by goblins.
"I am making dinner for my 'usband," she giggles and tries to make an artistic order of the salad. Everything else is happily waiting on the table.
Since the take-out restaurant already plated that.
"I am making dinner for my 'usband," she giggles and tries to make an artistic order of the salad. Everything else is happily waiting on the table.
Since the take-out restaurant already plated that.