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03-11-2012, 04:32 PM
"You got it, Phel; I'll do my 'silent and intimidating' act, and you guys do the talking," Harley said with the smallest of smiles.
Cecy felt a wave of nausea and nerves- well, there's some nice alliteration. "Always avoid alliteration," she muttered to herself as she struggled to stay upright. They were going to have to go to shore in little row-boats. Row-boats! The indignity of such a thing! And she'd only just finished arranging her gown and -with Shiki's help- putting up her hair and arranging it most becomingly about her delicate, platinum tiara.
She never did gold; it got lost in her masses of red-gold locks, and what was the point in wearing a tiara if you couldn't even see it?
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