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Post by victoriousscarf on Sept 9, 2011 18:36:36 GMT -8
Macavity shrugged, lighting a cigarette. "Pretentious will do well considerin' where we want ta put him. He'll mingle with the rich so lon' as he doesn't go ta far. We'll see after that, huh?"
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Post by Meadowlark on Sept 9, 2011 18:39:01 GMT -8
The mottled tom nodded, stepping around Macavity to be on the upwind side away from the wafting cigarette smoke, "We shall indeed."
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Post by victoriousscarf on Sept 9, 2011 18:45:36 GMT -8
That got an eyeroll out of Macavity, but he resisted the urge to blow the smoke right into the mottled tom's face. He'd only ever gotten away with that a couple times, and only for specific reasons after all. They continued walking into the night together, planning for the grand opening.
[THREAD END]
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