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Originally Posted by pshrynk
Vera was stunned. She had never seen a man as gorgeous as the one who had apparently stolen her dog. Tall, rangy build, well fitted jeans, Aviator cap at a rakish angle. She felt herself getting light headed. Then she remembered that he had her dog. Tucking her clutch purse under her arm, she advanced on the flyboy,
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Please to be very careful when speaking these words.
Pity. I prefer "Murder on the Dancefloor". But then again, I've no taste (I blame last night's curry, myself.
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Stepping over the prone, swearing form of the Chief of tables, she found her name on the board. Table Five. She took the tag and looked around for her seat.
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Vera's name is Table Five? Am I missing something? Is she also related to Johnny Five (I did mention my currently challenged taste situation, right?)