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Thursday, July 14, 2011

Look what She did in Internet Cafe

look what she did in internet cafeHana sighed walking softly in the large & crouded Cafe’. She wore a thick green jacket will show where their jeans, but not that she wore them. Its Bell was down, but when it was, it could be compared to L, except with longer hair, her tangled hair was hanging in front of their eyes and Takanaka probably want to brush his hair if he could find, although his eyes were covered with a thick layer of eyeliner eyes, mascara and eye shadow just perfectly. He looked around an empty chair and the table until she finds in the corner and pushed his way through there.


As she sat down she slid the laptop of his shirt and opened, soon destroying any information where it was, then, whether with a screwdriver and open the laptop to search for monitoring devices. “Plant one in the very intelligent speaker l….” muttered weakly with small chip between your fingers and breaking it. She already found all the ships in his body and its elements, all now had to do was to erase all data from the PC. I mello had tapped her fingers on the table with impatience. As of today, the fact that his mocha latte was still hot to drink, internet was still slow, not the person who was still waiting for was there, that he could not get his hair sitting right, see the people in the coffee and its pretencious, his bicycle needed a melody was irritating


but on the upsideHe was one of the most delicious brownies godiva who had tried. His attention was drawn to the door as a new pattern was introduced to the coffee house. She was attractive, but seemed not had brushed the hair in a month. Quietly watched the woman behind her hair as she pulled out a laptop low his jacket. If not for this strange behaviour that would probably make it for him fired as soon as he took his seat. He dropped his eyes, leaning forward in his chair while he takes a temporary SIP their latte still smoldering, focusing on women’s dishevelled as she began to methodically to dismantle the team, “what she is up?” whispered to himself.

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