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~She pulls back, arm still around his neck, nervously eying the twilight. She reluctantly scrambles to her feet, offering Deiter her hand. The lump in her throat was gone.~ "We should head back into town, Maverick'll wonder what happend to us."
(ooc: *A great big fat squirell with pink eye shadow walks up to Larry.* Pucker up and prove it!)
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