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[profeseed]

*Ahhh, the end of July. The days are long and hot, and winter is but a distant memory....*

Ah, I understand your feelings, but if you try to grow on me it makes it a little hard to move....

*...except for that one certain pesky plant that still stubbornly insists on making one last stand before vanishing once again until December*

((Have one

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[painintheneck]

[ITT IT IS NIGHT TIME.

I mean. Guys. I couldn't not.]

Everything looks so festive!

[painintheneck]

Ahh, I thought so.

[dotdotdotmunch]

Is there a problem?

[painintheneck]

Not at all.

[dotdotdotmunch]

Good.

[kisses you again]

[painintheneck]

[now this is fun.]

[dotdotdotmunch]

[scrapes his fangs over her lips]

[painintheneck]

Very nice.

[dotdotdotmunch]

I aim to please.

[painintheneck]

You certainly do. Now how come I haven't seen you around before?

[dotdotdotmunch]

I keep a low profile.

[painintheneck]

Oh, don't tell me you're one of those brooding, angsty ones.

[dotdotdotmunch]

Not anymore.

[painintheneck]

That's good. I get so tired of the brooding ones.

[dotdotdotmunch]

Me too.

[painintheneck]

I'm glad. We'll get along fabulously.