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If You'd Teach Me To Swear In Russian, I Might Have A New Appreciation For It

Oh... Adrian, I've Got One More Favor To Ask You. A Big One." "fondue?" He Asked Hopefully.

Is Adrian Here?” “who?” “adrian. Tall. Brown Hair. Green Eyes.” She Frowned. “do You Mean Jet?” “i … I’m Not Sure. Does He Smoke Like A Chimney?” The Girl Nodded Sagely. “yup. You Must Mean Jet.

My Death Will Not Be Penciled On Someone's Calendar.

God, I Got Lucky. If I'd Hurt It, It Would Have Put Me Out Of Practice For A While.” Smiling, He Returned To His Chair. "i Know. You Kept Telling Me That While I Was Carrying You. You Were Very Upset.” "you...you Carried Me Here?” "after We Broke The Bench Apart And Freed Your Foot.” Man. I'd Missed Out On A Lot. The Only Thing Better Than Imagining Dimitri Carrying Me In His Arms Was Imagining Him Shirtless While Carrying Me In His Arms.