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Post by siburis on Aug 2, 2010 0:32:40 GMT -8
He chuckles as he looked at her face. “I just can’t help it” He slipped one of his hands from your briefly to take another sip of his tea. “Penelope, do you want to get out of here?” he asked her nervously.
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Post by Penelope Greene on Aug 2, 2010 0:38:43 GMT -8
"Yeah," she said. "Where'd you have in mind?"
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Post by siburis on Aug 2, 2010 0:44:19 GMT -8
He shrugged slightly. “Not really sure. Everything is still new to me.” He thought for a second. “What do you say about a moonlight stroll on the beach, unless you would like to do something else?” He lifted his hand once more to call the waiter over again.
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Post by Penelope Greene on Aug 2, 2010 0:52:17 GMT -8
"The beach sounds wonderful," she told him.
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Post by siburis on Aug 2, 2010 0:55:21 GMT -8
He smiled as he looked at the check and handed the waiter the money. He stud up and went to stand behind her seat, ready to pull it for her when she stud up. “Shall we my dear?”
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Post by Penelope Greene on Aug 2, 2010 0:59:06 GMT -8
"Yes, we shall," she said, standing up. She wondered if she should split the check, but she would get the next one. There would be a next one.
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