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Posted: Thu Jul 05, 2012 8:34 pm
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Posted: Thu Jul 05, 2012 8:48 pm
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Posted: Thu Jul 05, 2012 9:47 pm
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Posted: Thu Jul 05, 2012 10:04 pm
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Galatea shook her head. "Better," she replied. "Pet?"A white-haired neko boy with a collar made of green vines ran over, smiling. "Yes, Mistress?""This is Enlil," she told him, gesturing to the man. "He's an old friend of mine.""Oh, the Enlil? The one that you and the Master spoke so fondly of?" At her nod, he bowed, smiling. "An honor to meet you, sir." Turning back to Galatea, he looked down. "I apologize for being so late, Mistress. This girl stopped me and kept calling me Aspen. I couldn't get her to leave me alone until I hissed at her."Galatea pet his head reassuringly, then brightened. "Aspen...what a perfect name for a pet! I love it!" Turning her gaze to Enlil, she smiled apologetically. "It looks like I didn't need your assistance after all. I'm so sorry, my friend. I promise you can name my next pet whatever you like."
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Posted: Thu Jul 05, 2012 10:51 pm
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Posted: Thu Jul 05, 2012 11:04 pm
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Posted: Thu Jul 05, 2012 11:33 pm
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Posted: Thu Jul 05, 2012 11:42 pm
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Posted: Fri Jul 06, 2012 12:38 am
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Posted: Fri Jul 06, 2012 12:58 am
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Posted: Fri Jul 06, 2012 12:58 am
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Posted: Fri Jul 06, 2012 1:10 am
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Posted: Fri Jul 06, 2012 1:34 am
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Posted: Fri Jul 06, 2012 1:39 am
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Posted: Fri Jul 06, 2012 1:45 am
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"No thank you, my dear. Please, drink your fill," she replied, returning to her friend's side. "I do recall you boasting about how you are a greater lover than the Greeks. That, I cannot deny. But I can say that you have the passion of the Roman and the French, beautiful one." Her light kisses moved to his neck as both her hands came to rest on his broad chest, her own chest pressed against his back. "Although, being honest, the French do not have much passion. Nevertheless, my love, you are the greatest lover a woman can dare to ask for." As the cloud moved on and out, she smiled. "Then again, I am no ordinary woman."
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