“Oh. I’m terribly sorry about that, miss. Of course you shouldn’t have to eat a stale pretzel.”
Caleb sits down next to the blonde, and smiles warmly at the nervous young girl across the table from him. “I suppose you aught to do something about that.”
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Date: 2005-04-12 06:40 pm (UTC)Caleb sits down next to the blonde, and smiles warmly at the nervous young girl across the table from him. “I suppose you aught to do something about that.”