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#44
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Espy
Wanderer
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He crossed one leg over the other, while gently propping the guitar case against the wall.
"If you have any warm apple cider..." He trailed off, noticing the female bar-keep's white eyes. Those were strange. Perhaps it was his own winter-blue gaze that was odd...
Oh. Oh, this is awkward. "I meant, warm apple cider would be really nice. And do you have any available rooms?" Er...do I even have enough for a room?
"Actually, give me a second..." He slid off the stool, unlocked the case, peered in, and pulled out a small rumpled sack. There seemed to be enough to cover the costs.
"...Alright, I can afford this...I think, he muttered under his breath.
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Posted 02-12-2013, 08:32 AM
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