Tuesday, 8 June 2010

Love found lost by moonlight

Dropping them‘Your…a Wolf.’ Len of the Fen said with as much dignity as could be mustered with trousers dangling around ankles.

The Wolf growled. ‘And there's me thinking you were getting warmed up for me. But I’m a man most nights.’

‘You are!’

The tears falling said love not dinner called.

Random Word:Splish Splash

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