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[scarf_rescuer]

Today (or yesterday, if we mean to be correct about the time) my typist celebrated Independence Day (she's American, obviously). Neighbors were setting off fireworks in the streets. It was.. dreadfully loud, I must say, and only entertaining for the first few minutes. And it seemed rather messy all together. I do hope that they cleaned-up the

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[_greenified_]

*grins*

[scarf_rescuer]

Ah, hello, Mme. Cohen! *randomly hugs*

Typist: Sorry about him. The happy will wear off if I slap him around a bit with a trout.

[_greenified_]

Oof! *smiles and hugs back* And hello to you, M de Chagny... It seems you're doing well.

[scarf_rescuer]

*is absolutely beaming and flops back onto a couch* I am better than well, better than fine, better than good, madame!

*stands quickly, realizing how rude it is to sit while a lady is standing* . . . Oh, do forgive me, I'm being horribly impolite today. *blushes a little and smiles apologetically*

[daintyrosebud]

*giggleblush* *pokes* You ought to laugh more, silly boy.

[scarf_rescuer]

*laughs and squirms away a bit after teh pokeage* *grins teasingly* Whatever for? Do I have a silly laugh that amuses you?

[daintyrosebud]

*giggles* I find it absolutely delightful to hear.

[punjab_you]

Congratulations, sir.

O.G.

[scarf_rescuer]

Merci, m'sieur.

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*randomly hugs and runs off*