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Posted by Susan Hyde on Jul 12, 2010 13:01:30 GMT -6
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Aug 5, 2010 3:53:56 GMT -6
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They finally got rid of their own respective spies. Susan huffed, and blew a stray strand of hair out of her face. What a pain. That blonde girl was looking at her as if she stole something. Which was ridiculous. Susan never stole things. She didn't know how. "Goodbye" she muttered, her multicolored eyes following the pair to the door. She only started chuckling when they were out of sight. "Some coincidence, huh" she smirked at Slate "So many people taking interest in our meeting. I personally do not undrstand why labeling a meeting as 'date' matters so much to them." And that was that, complete with a shrug. "They left the ice cream." she added, wrinkling her nose. It was not a nice gesture, from the psychic and the blondie. With her newly found interest in desserts, Susan did not appreciate such a waste. "So, I wonder. Which one of us should be protected from the other? The drug lord or the witch?" she asked with genuine curiosity, and a shadow of a smile.
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