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Posted: Wed Aug 14, 2013 11:31 pm
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Posted: Wed Aug 14, 2013 11:53 pm
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Posted: Wed Aug 14, 2013 11:59 pm
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Posted: Thu Aug 15, 2013 12:35 am
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Posted: Thu Aug 15, 2013 8:47 am
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Posted: Thu Aug 15, 2013 10:22 am
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Posted: Thu Aug 15, 2013 10:57 am
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Posted: Thu Aug 15, 2013 1:43 pm
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Posted: Thu Aug 15, 2013 1:57 pm
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Posted: Thu Aug 15, 2013 2:16 pm
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Posted: Thu Aug 15, 2013 8:12 pm
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Posted: Fri Aug 16, 2013 12:39 am
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Thanks, Skye. Eric gladly took the cup of coffee Skye offered and looked carefully at it, making sure it wasn't still scalding hot. Obviously he heard all the talk about how 'Mommy' had a tray of burning hot coffee with her, and even though he didn't actually participate in the conversation he knew he didn't really want to have to ever deal with her wrath. By no means did he want to burn himself, either. For God's sake, all he really wanted was to know what time it was. Unfortunately, no one else seemed to know either. Once again, he pondered calling in sick. Horribly late, that is. And where was his phone, anyway? It was usually in his pocket, but it could have easily fallen out somewhere. And if it wasn't here in Maverick's place somewhere, he knew that he was just plain screwed. Why couldn't he think clearly? All he was really aware of was an uncomfortable sensation that took him a few seconds to recognize. Oh, God, he realized suddenly. I even smell sloshed. There was just no way in hell I can go to work like this. Smelly, almost comically rumpled and in need of a shave. That wouldn't go over well.
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Eden, with eyes clouded from sleep and hangover, was making the effort to make sure she still had her clothes on when Elda loudly came in; and Eden in response curled herself up tighter and shut her eyes. From what she had seen of herself for that brief second, she appeared to still have her clothes on - it was just that her skirt had majorly ridden up to expose the undergarments she thankfully was wearing. In typical Eden fashion, though, there was no effort made to pull it back down. And the voice, in response, pounded against her brain. Maybe going back to sleep would help. But that just wasn't about to happen. Because then, when there was finally peaceful silence for a second, she became aware of the sound of her phone ringing. It was across the room from her, where it lay along with her stilettos. Every nerve of her body felt like it was being put through a cheese grater, and every last cell begged her for sleep and possibly a shower. Why was peace and quiet such a foreign concept?
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Posted: Fri Aug 16, 2013 1:55 am
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Posted: Fri Aug 16, 2013 12:04 pm
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Posted: Fri Aug 16, 2013 9:30 pm
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