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Then, Lexx's hand landed on something soft. He jerked it out from under the bed on instinct, thinking he might have a hold of Fly. "Gotcha!" he growled lifting up a handful of fabric. "Grrr,…" Lexx snorted in disappointment. "Not Fly."
He paused a moment to rethink his situation and lifted the cloth in his hand up to look at it, wondering absently what he had picked up. A rush of cold swept through Lexx's body. He was relatively sure of what it was. 'All I need is for Chel to wake up now!' Lexx froze.
If Chel saw him holding her bra, she'd probably think he was going through her clothes and he just wasn't the type to do that. Then, he heard Fly whispering. "Cheeeel,… look what Lexx has!"
Lexx fought back the urge to lunge at the squirrel and throttle it. That would most certainly wake Chel up.
2 thoughts on “April 19, 2004 (3 Comments)”
Refugnic
Stop freezing, toss that thing away while you can!
KM
I know. Seriously dude? It’d be so easy to toss it
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