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Post by charlotte victore on Feb 5, 2013 5:09:49 GMT -5
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Post by trevor underwood on Feb 5, 2013 5:31:21 GMT -5
Obeying her, he led the girl to the booth and sat beside her - the waitress soon dropped off menu's and rushed off. To keep up with the lunch rush. Trevor looked at the girl, tappingthe menu. 'Get anything as always.' He always paid a ything for her. Himself, he gazed over the menu briefly - he wanted the mushroom steak, his favorite. And a beer. He was classy. 'You look great, by the way'
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Post by charlotte victore on Feb 11, 2013 16:41:40 GMT -5
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Post by trevor underwood on Feb 11, 2013 19:12:48 GMT -5
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Post by charlotte victore on Feb 12, 2013 3:49:35 GMT -5
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Post by trevor underwood on Feb 12, 2013 4:02:27 GMT -5
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Post by charlotte victore on Feb 12, 2013 4:06:53 GMT -5
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Post by trevor underwood on Feb 12, 2013 4:11:38 GMT -5
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Post by charlotte victore on Feb 12, 2013 4:19:31 GMT -5
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Post by trevor underwood on Feb 12, 2013 4:24:33 GMT -5
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Post by charlotte victore on Feb 12, 2013 4:33:04 GMT -5
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Post by trevor underwood on Feb 12, 2013 4:40:40 GMT -5
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Post by charlotte victore on Feb 12, 2013 4:47:51 GMT -5
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Post by trevor underwood on Feb 12, 2013 4:56:27 GMT -5
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Post by charlotte victore on Feb 12, 2013 5:04:50 GMT -5
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