[Neal really didn't want to make it a big deal, so he leaves a wrapped gift basket for her with a note that says: 'Life's too short to settle for one kind of Reese's product.']
It was radio silence as he damn near taunted for Eudio police to catch him speeding. Derek might've run through a red light or three two, cursing at not having started his way over at her first text. Angela received one as he arrived at her door. If the sound of his Bronco's V8 engine wasn't loud enough, his familiar pound on the door (louder than usual) would get her attention from whatever she might have occupied the five minutes or so that it took him to arrive.
"Anyone ever tell you that you say the SWEETEST things?" he asked with phone in one hand and keys in the other.
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[Neal really didn't want to make it a big deal, so he leaves a wrapped gift basket for her with a note that says: 'Life's too short to settle for one kind of Reese's product.']
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It was radio silence as he damn near taunted for Eudio police to catch him speeding. Derek might've run through a red light or
threetwo, cursing at not having started his way over at her first text. Angela received one as he arrived at her door. If the sound of his Bronco's V8 engine wasn't loud enough, his familiar pound on the door (louder than usual) would get her attention from whatever she might have occupied the five minutes or so that it took him to arrive."Anyone ever tell you that you say the SWEETEST things?" he asked with phone in one hand and keys in the other.
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>_< My bad! That last tag wasn't fully finished. Karma for trying to write smut at work.
tsk tsk tsk!
hush that fuss
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text » un: d.grayson
What: Clark Kent's birthday celebration.
Where: House number XXXXX, Northern Quad.
When: This Monday at 6 o'clock.
Please RSVP with this number :) Hope to see you there!
text » un: pearlygates | oh god im so late pretend angela sent this on time without my fail
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