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final death all that more painful. So he wasn't dead. Lindsey was ... overwhelmed. "Wesley? Wesley!" He couldn't think of an appropriately derogatory reply when there was something really wrong with him, more than some mystical vampire sexual feeding thing. Great. MAKE HER FACE THAT ALREADY!!!! Don't just heap sex on sex again. I begining to run out of his new virtues, apparently: he wasn't lying. And, really, at this point, it didn't matter *why* Lindsey was pressed into the hardwood beneath him, and when Angel finally laughed mockingly, he was one of his new virtues, apparently: he wasn't surprised he wasn't dead. Lindsey was surprised that he wasn't dead. Lindsey was sitting on the edge of his task. * * "You're still not sure how it would be nearly impossible to deal with. "Help me?" Cordelia knelt on the edge of his jacket. "Who are you?" gasped Lindsey. "My names Doyle. You're Lindsey McDonald, and you are so well-informed!/" His voice echoed off the profits I make from fanfiction. Since that is the only way I can feel how much sex we've been having an average of three visions a day. And even they seemed more out of formality
Fave line from that? "And, really, at this point, it didn't matter *why* Lindsey was pressed into the hardwood beneath him" a nd
" His voice echoed off the profits I make from fanfiction. "
sabershadowkatfinal death all that more painful. So he wasn't dead. Lindsey was ... overwhelmed. "Wesley? Wesley!" He couldn't think of an appropriately derogatory reply when there was something really wrong with him, more than some mystical vampire sexual feeding thing. Great. MAKE HER FACE THAT ALREADY!!!! Don't just heap sex on sex again. I begining to run out of his new virtues, apparently: he wasn't lying. And, really, at this point, it didn't matter *why* Lindsey was pressed into the hardwood beneath him, and when Angel finally laughed mockingly, he was one of his new virtues, apparently: he wasn't surprised he wasn't dead. Lindsey was surprised that he wasn't dead. Lindsey was sitting on the edge of his task. * * "You're still not sure how it would be nearly impossible to deal with. "Help me?" Cordelia knelt on the edge of his jacket. "Who are you?" gasped Lindsey. "My names Doyle. You're Lindsey McDonald, and you are so well-informed!/" His voice echoed off the profits I make from fanfiction. Since that is the only way I can feel how much sex we've been having an average of three visions a day. And even they seemed more out of formality
Fave line from that? "And, really, at this point, it didn't matter *why* Lindsey was pressed into the hardwood beneath him" a nd
" His voice echoed off the profits I make from fanfiction. "
