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She smiled lazily up at him. "Mm-hum?"
She smiled lazily up at him. "Mm-hum?"
"Don't forget now. You made me a promise!" "Spike Mitchell, you're a two-timing, son-of-a-bitching bastard! You know that promise isn't worth a skunk's fart!" She wasn't really angry. She was just going through the motions. That was the way she and Spike liked it. As for the promise, well... they'd just have to wait and see what happened. May felt too good to worry about it now. |
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