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*smug grin*

-Melle,
Living in one of the most creative cities in the world

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Dear Harry

Niiiice. You're smooth, Potter. Smooth like Viktor.

Love,
Melle

Edit: MERYYYYL! Where aaaare you?

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Melle: **wonders if Bole would like Scary Spice**
Fleur: Oh, they all have legs, he'd love them all.
Melle: Scary Spice'd be quite a match for him. **grin**
Fleur: That'd be an interesting crossover.
Melle: Scary Spice: **eyes Bole**
Fleur: Bole: :: casually:: "Who's your Daddy?"
Melle: Scary Spice: **raises an eyebrow** "I don't know. Why don't you show me who my Daddy is?
Fleur: Bole: **slams her against a wall** "I just might."
Melle: SS: **wraps a leg around Bole's, casually** "Go on, then."

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Going for a drink with Lzin, because he has "fantastic news" and refuses to tell me over the phone (bitch! I don't take curiosity well!) and also because tomorrow is 1 September 2002, and marks the ten-year anniversary of my starting high school and, thus, of us knowing each other, and this must be celebrated with alcohol. Well, alcohol for Linz, orange juice for me, because I'm so not in a booz-y mood lately.

Anyway, what I was trying to say is, I'll be back around five or six PM EST.

Now, I must go gte dressed (but I like being naked) and cntinue to kick Harry and convince him to not make he entry he's thinking of making. Honestly.