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The balding, bespectacled, and grinning man who had tapped on Panakeia's shoulder, watched Panakeia as her face twisted from blankness to surprise to consternation to .... well, to something he couldn't quite make out: wonder? curiosity? the need to find a restroom? Unsure which it might be, he shrugged.
"You know, you really do look prettier without all that glop on your face."
She was still staring at him as if she had not been able to get her mind quite in gear.
"Say," he asked, "do you remember the last time we had words? Do you even know who I am?"
Last edited by littlemanpoet; 01-30-2007 at 04:34 PM.
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