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Author: * Mignonette Pacal -
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Date: Sep 21, 2006 - 19:36
the baby vamp murmured, "I got tired of Cairo... And Persia... and Paris in the winter is so cold... I thought I would come and see this night life in America... I hear that it is... feline's pajamas?" I glance at him, tripping up on the latest words just to get that sweet smile out of him. "Oh.. pardon, Its... cat's pajamas..."
He nods, giving that look of finding my mistake charming as he tucks away his flask. "But if you think that I am a vision, I suggest that you go and get a look at some of the girls I have seen dancing... the women here dress so... full of ... d'espirt"
"I love the fashions... I really must go shopping and see what I can do about my hemline. I feel very much out of place and out of the pulse. I hate that." She purred again, laying her hand against his elbow, "Do you know anyone that could help turn me from Deb to Doll?"

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Soit dit entre nous, = between you, me, and the lamp post
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