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? Friends > > < < She answers to "Hey Pretty", a rather friendly sort, strolling on the garden path, inviting company. I called to her; she gazed at me with pale green eyes, and accepted offer of my lap to wile away some time. We talked a bit and smiled a lot. I stroked her hair while she purred along. Suddenly she seized my hand with practiced execution. She pierced and tore part of my thumb as if it was a bird or mouse. I push-pulled away and dumped her. She sauntered to the garden path - looked back once - as if insulted, then disappeared under the fence.
synopsis: sassy, sweet and tart she will lead you astray with those green apple eyes
Frieda Risvold
Seattle, Washington |