Outside, the gold-fendered Rolls-Royce pulled up once again.
A teenaged human girl emerged, picking up her dark-rose colored skirt as she stepped onto the sidewalk, and shivering a bit as the night air passed through her pink tulle sleeves.
Her large brown eyes surveyed the place. "Oh, how will I ever find them in there," she wondered.
After turning to thank Worthington, she then headed down the red carpet to the door.
[ May 02, 2003: Message edited by: Samwise ]
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Giving thanks unto the Father...In whom we have redemption through His blood, even the forgiveness of sins.~Colossians1:12a,14
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I am Samwise son of Hamfast, if by hoe or trowel I can get these weeds out of your garden, I will.You have my shears!;)
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