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“You call that supper? There is not enough of that fish for a cat much less the two of us.” Illya called out waking Napoleon who had fallen asleep on the dock a fishing pole in hand.
Simpler Times.
Oct. 22nd, 2013 12:18 pm
Originally posted In Section 7 PicFic Tuesday Challenge 10/22
Alexander Waverly sat in the barber’s chair ready to enjoy his shave while Mison and Beharie, his security, sat across from him after checking out the building and locking the doors.
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that he refused to touch again. It brought back all the pain and angst of his childhood. Now it was linked with the pain he had caused his partner. Never refusing an assignment from Waverly before, he was sorry this time he hadn’t gone with his first reaction and said no
PicFic 1/8 A little bit of faith.
Jan. 8th, 2013 12:19 pmA cold night, wounded, and a stain glass window. Posted on Section 7 challenge PicFic Tuesday 1/8 Thanks to Spikegirl58 for Beta'ing this so quickly
( He was injured )PicFic 1/8 A little bit of faith.
Jan. 8th, 2013 12:19 pmA cold night, wounded, and a stain glass window. Thanks to Spikegirl58 for Beta'ing this so quickly
( He was injured )
