"Oh, thanks." Amy pulled her head back to avoid getting hit in the face, eyes falling to the flowers in his hand. Unable to hold back a snort, Amy brought a hand to her mouth. "Its fine." She said after she was able to stop herself from laughing. "Should we go inside?"
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timeasmymeasure
Zomg dying.
Date: 2011-08-13 03:35 pm (UTC)