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| Tressa Mae | Jul 5 2008, 12:29 AM |
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Tressa checked once again that she had everything ready for her guest. That is, if he planned to arrive. She wasn't so sure that he would, given their last meeting. And that was entirely her fault. On the other hand, perhaps she had finally managed to get rid of him like she had wanted in the first place. Would that be so bad? No. Yes. Maybe. Yes. It would. She sighed, adjusting the gun hidden beneath her skirt. She wasn't sure if she would need it but it was there. As was the rifle in the corner and the dagger on the table and a dozen other weapons that she had acquired hidden in various locations. Maybe she was taking this a bit far but she didn't care at this point. If he was fine with attacking him in his house, why should this be any different? She was ready this time. But enough of that. Tressa went into the kitchen and filled the glasses she had set out with lemonade and brought the food out into the front room. She had no idea why but she was at least going to attempt to be polite. This time. She went to the front door for the dozenth time to check if Jimmy was here yet. |
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| Dooms Day · The Mae Holding | |
5:24 PM Dec 1
