| Dec. 16th, 2003 @ 02:15 pm Cloe and Ved, the morning |
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Feeling:  tired
Cloe awkened in Ved's arms. She remembered somehow ending up there last night. Cloe stirred, which she hoped would wake up Ved, if he was asleep. "Ved..." She whispered. "I think it's morning..." But Cloe didn't want to move. She wanted to stay in Ved's arms forever. She swallowed. Eww, morning breath... she thought. |
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