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Wherever I Belong...; Metallica AU with a twist... James/OFC, Kirk/OFC
Topic Started: January 24, 2010, 3:50 pm (46,560 Views)
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"Everything was working like a clock and I could finally relax, enjoying my work"
I just love her!!!! Love, love, love!!!!

"Okay... Rothenburg, here we come! "

Woooooohoooooooooo!!!!!

Can't wait, can't wait!!!! :nanner:

I loved the recap-intro you did for this chapter. Covering the time span and the important parts of the story perfectly!

I forgot how much I love this story! :heart: :heart: :heart:
And I just realized I used the verb love 6 times in 3 sentences. I guess that says it all :biggrin

PS It was my pleasure and honor to assist!
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EEEEEEE Rothenburg! Photographer's heaven, indeed! :nanner:
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When everything is perfect, as Alex says is, something will happen ... :hump

And I can't wait for see what gonna happen in Rothenburg... :rolleyes:

Thanks Olya!!! As always I loved! :heart:
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OH GOD PERFECT CITY.

Medieval, Alex. Perfect mix!

moremoremoremore~
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SOOORRRYYYY!!!!
I was so busy lately, I had no time to write!
I'm really sorry, for the luck of update.
Love you girls, I promise to have something soon!
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Noooo.. I caught up with the story now.. I hate it, cause now i have to wait for each update.. Damnit

I love this story, and i can't wait for more :heart: :heart: :heart:
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July 12, 2011, 9:10 am
Noooo.. I caught up with the story now.. I hate it, cause now i have to wait for each update.. Damnit

I love this story, and i can't wait for more :heart: :heart: :heart:
Woohooo!!!
Thanks Naja! Nice to see a new readers! :heart: :heart: :heart:

I'm working on update...

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Sooo sorry for the long wait!!!
Thank you girls!
Hope you're still interested...



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(Alex's POV)




Tim's plan to rent a small car for the trip did not fit our expanded group, since there were simply too many people who were eager to go. Rotherburg was just a few hours off our route from Frankfurt to Stuttgart anyway, so we decided to make a little detour on the tour-bus.

As we drove through the night covered Germany with James sleeping on his reclined seat next to me, I couldn't stop thinking about Rothenburg. Actually, I couldn't stop thinking of the possibility of handling a sword. Memories of the past played in my head, my father teaching me, pretend battles with his guards, the sound of metal on metal, the power of the weapon... I wanted to feel it again, I craved it.

I smiled to myself, remembering the very first time I took a sword into my hands. My father just had just come back from a party to push back the Hungarians from our countryside. I wandered into his chambers and just sat there, watching him sleep. His sword was resting on the table by his bed, my hands outlined the handle, I imagine myself one day fighting a brutal battle, defending our kingdom. I pulled the sword off, but was not prepared for the weight of the weapon. The tip of the blade slid off the table and imbedded itself in my foot. I winced and dropped the handle, waking up my father.

James' hand moved to my waist, and my mind let go of my childhood years, pulling the memory of our little encounter. I smiled, remembering how surprised he was when he found out I could use my weapon very well. The memory played further.. the tip of my sword sliding on James' neck... I opened my eyes, letting my mind slowly emerge from the past as a sigh escaped my lips. The last thing I want is to remind James about my story. He buried this deep inside, never reminded me about it... and I'd hate to bring this back into his mind. I moved my head to James' chest and slowly floated into the dream world, carried away by the soothing sound of his heart.

When we arrived in Rothenburg, everyone had spread around to do whatever they wanted, with an agreement to meet back at the bus in evening. The town was simply amazing, old fashion signs and buildings, a city wall partially covered with climbing vines, it was all almost untouched by time, and a few cars, the only reminder of modern progress, seemed almost out of place on the small curvy streets.

I knew that this town grew throughout the eleventh-fourteen century, and I knew the only reminder of the old ages for me would be a city wall, but somewhere, somehow, I was hoping for more. I was hoping that there was a place here that would be close to my heart... something that would be just as it was back then, I wanted to find a friend just as lost in time as I was, but it was nothing like that.

Paved, clean roads, houses kept in perfect condition, a lack of livestock, and different smells.. all that left me feeling a bit disappointed. I watched yet another group of tourists passing by with a tour guide, their eyes wandering around with amazement, and hid my smile. If only they knew that they walked by the oldest artifact in this town... me. I gripped James' hand tighter and he pulled me closer.

“What?”

“Nothing... just enjoying all this, it's great! Just walking along the streets, hand in hand... so different from the busy tour schedule.” I smiled at him.

“Yeah, it was a good idea, it's worth it just to see Lars stuffing himself with the... what's the name of those things again?”

“Schneeballs, and he wasn't the only one!” I giggled, remembering James' face when he tried the old treat himself.

“Yeah, that. They taste pretty good!” James smiled, wrapping his arm around my shoulders.

We continued our walk, Meg was busy taking pictures, while showing Brian how to see the town with the eyes of a photographer. After about three hours we got back to the city wall, and as we stopped at the gate, my eyes fished out a sign of a blacksmith shop on the adjoining street. A rush of adrenaline surged through me and I pointed the sign out to Tim, at the same time Meg turned to us.

“Okay, now the sun is in the right position and we can do a little photoshoot of the band with the city in the background.”

I almost sighed, but before I could say anything, Tim pulled at Brian's arm.

“Hey bro, what do you say I go and spend sometime looking for what I need and you can join me later.”

I felt my insides shaking... this is a best chance I get. James is here, I can enjoy the sword without him seeing me! Perfect! Meanwhile, Brian turned to his brother with a guilty smile.

“I don't want you to feel like I'm abandoning you... I mean, this is all so cool and Meg's letting me use her camera...”

“I can keep him company, since you're all busy and we both have nothing to do, plus he might need someone to translate. As well as I known Meg, this will take some time... and we've already seen the wall and the town view. When you're done here, we can all go and see the museum.” I smiled, trying to slow down my jumping heart and praying that my words didn't sound too eager. My eyes stopped on James' face and he let go of my shoulder, smiling.

“I know this part is boring for you... but, are you sure?”

“We'll just go to one store, right there and meet back here after you're done.”

James looked at the street and turned to Tim.

“Okay, but just so you know, you're answering me for my girl.”

“Don't worry, I'll guard her with my life.” Tim laughed back and we both looked at each other, breathing with relief, with different thoughts in our minds.

“We'll meet you right here by the gate when we're done.” I quickly gave James a kiss, swallowing an internal 'Wooohooo!'. As our friends started their climb, I turned to follow Tim, trying my best to pace myself.

“So, what kind of sword are you looking for and why?”

“A real one.. I mean, not a real artifact, but one you can use, you know. One friend of mine from the martial arts club showed me this video with a sword fight and now I'm hooked. I bought one sword, but it broke at the first hit... I hope here I can find what I need, then I can take some lessons.”

We continued the small talk until we stopped a few feet away from the shop so Tim could finish his soda before entering. He dropped the empty bottle into the garbage can and sighed.

“I wish I knew what to look for...” His face was so sad, I wanting to help so much, and my mind was clouded with the foretaste of having a sword in my hand, so I blabbered out.

“I know a few things about swords, my father taught me.” I almost bit my tongue. Oh crap...

“You do? That's awesome! How much do you know?” Tim's face lit up and I thought to myself... well, maybe it's not so bad... I hate to lie, but... nothing I said was technically a lie. My father did teach me... just not this life's father. All that ran through my head and I answered.

“I know enough to tell if it's real if I hold it and look at it up close.”

“Oh, that's great! I brought just the right person with me, then!”

As soon as we walked in, I couldn't help but smile. Oh... my... Gods! My eyes trailed over the walls and stands with multiple swords and scabbards. I picked up one in my hands and sighed with disappointment. Heavy over-decorated handle, dull edge, with a stainless steel blade... a toy, worthless wall decoration.

“Wow... there's a lot of swords here...” Tim looked around, walking in front of me.

“Yeah... but I think most of them are just ornamental.”

“Yeah... too bad... I do hope they have something real here.”

I looked at the next shelf, pulling a few more swords. Nope... not one of them feels right.

“Sorry to say, but I think there are all just aimed at tourists...” I looked at the price tag and turned it to Tim. “And prices here bite, too.”

A short, older man overheard our conversation and stepped out from behind the counter, glaring my way. He concentrated on Tim, greeting us with a heavy German-accented English.

“You're in the best blacksmith shop in Rothenburg, I have anything you might be looking for.”

“I'm looking for a real sword, got anything like that?” Tim glided his hand over the stand.

“Sure! Historical replicas are my specialty! This one is an English knight's sword.” The owner pulled one sword off the wall and handed it to Tim. I stepped closer and noted the same stainless steel blade with a hefty price tag of three hundred dollars. What? He just thinks we're idiots and is trying to make money of the stupid tourists! I turned to Tim, whispering.

“Nice and very expensive wall decoration.”

The owner glanced at me like I was his sworn enemy and pulled another sword off the wall. “This is a wonderful replica of a famous 15th century German riding sword.”

Tim took the sword in his hands and handed to me. “What do you think?”

“The blade is made of stainless steel and will break at the first hit. ”

Tim handed the sword back and I saw the owner's eyes glaring at me, before returning to Tim. “You train with swords?”

“Not yet, I'm a beginner, but she has.” Tim winked at me.

“Oh, the Lady is the one with the knowledge, how interesting.” The owner's eyes smirked. “Okay, Replica of the 14th Century personal sword of Edward III, King of England. The blade is an excellent example of an Oakeshott Type. The etching on the blade depicts a very early example of the badge of the Order of the Garter and possibly the earliest use of the portcullis as a badge by an English Royal.” He flashed a winning smile my way.

Are you calling me out on my knowledge? Fine, challenge accepted. I took the sword in my hands and slid my hand over the blade, then gripped the handle and weighed it in my hand.

“Better, unless the carbon steel was never properly heat treated and tempered, so it's less brittle, but the handle is made too heavy, it's not balanced.”

The owner took the sword from my hands and his smile vanished. Yeah, we're not easily ripped off tourists. Tim turned to me and whispered.

“Okay, Alex, how about you just tell him what we need, so we save some time and money here.”

“Are you sure, I mean, it's your buy?”

“Let's just say I would've wasted my money and bought the second one if it wasn't for you.”

“Okay... but just to make it clear. You want to be able to use it.”

“Right.”

I turned to the owner, who was about to pull another item off the shelves. I needed to get back on the owner's good side.

“I see you have a few awards for sword fighting tournaments on your wall. Are they yours?”

“No, those belong to my oldest son, he won a few titles in the swordsmen championship.” A proud father's smile touched the owner's lips and I moved in for the attack.

“Who makes the swords for your son?”

Before the owner could answer me, the unmistakable sound of blade on blade made us turn, speeding up my heartbeat and bringing a smile to my face. Something fell heavily on the floor, followed by voices of two men arguing in German.

“This isn't right! It's the third time you knocked the sword out of my hand! Are you sure you made it right?”

“I did it exactly how it said! If you don't believe me, let's ask father.”

Two young men barged in, moving the curtain. Both had swords in their hands, and my eyes skipped their faces, stopping on the weapons. Is it... could it be? Oh... Gods.. My heart jumped in my chest, I swallowed, feeling my hands burning with the need to touch it, feel it, and my feet stepped closer, unable to resist. Meanwhile, the boys stopped by their father and continued in German.

“Dad, something's wrong with this sword, the grip is too short, I think Hans screwed up with the design.”

“No, I did it just like it said, I used the measurements from that letter!”

“I measured it with him, and I know he did it right.” The father looked back at his sons.

The older boy lowered his sword in father's hands. “Here, you try it, you'll see what I'm talking about!”

I couldn't help it, almost salivating at the sight of a viking sword within my reach, and whispered.

“May I?”

All three of them turned to me. The owner handed me the sword, answering in English.

“Sure...”

As soon as my hands touched the grip, my arm tingled, tightening the muscles with remembrance. Oh... my Gods... I missed it so much! I adjusted my fingers over the grip and turned, raising my hand in front of me and admiring the blade. My lips slid into a wide smile, mirroring my internal state of bliss.

“This is beautiful! Perfectly balanced!” I moved my hand side to side, feeling the sword as an extension of my arm. Memories flooded my head, heart speeding up and loudly pumping blood in my temples. I lowered my hand and saw four pairs of eyes watching me.

The older son spoke in English. “It's a girl's sword!”

“No, it said it was a tenth century viking sword from Shifford... it didn't say if it's... for women.” The younger boy joined his family in English with a less heavier accent.

“It's not, although many viking women could fight, there was no such thing as a girl's sword. The shorter grip like this make it light enough for quick wrist movements needed for a close style of combat without sacrificing strength. Vikings put their little finger over the pommel when gripping it... I mean, they used to do that...”

“How in the hell do you know that?” Tim's eyes widened.

“I was a history major in college... I loved to learn about vikings... and my father... he knew a lot about them, too.” I felt a heated flush running through my body.

“I'm still convinced it's a girl's sword, to hard too handle, even if I do what you say they did.” The older son picked up his sword and smiled. “I prefer this type, nice grip, longer blade, I can't believe vikings counted as the best warriors with swords like that.”

“Not all of their swords were like this, but you underestimate the power of this one.” I felt a need to protect the perfect weapon that was burning my hand. All I could think of was trying it out.

“Pfff, what power? I can reach you with my blade before you can, thus, I'll kill you almost right away.”

“I can show you what this sword can do, if you sell us one of your battle ready swords at a reasonable price.” Do I sound too.. pushy?

“I don't fight girls.” The older son smirked.

“Rolf is just afraid to lose to a girl.” Hans giggled and I smiled.

“Oh, please, I just don't want to hurt her.” Rolf smirked back.

“Trust me, you won't.” I stepped forward. “So, deal or no deal? Unless, you're really afraid...”

Rolf's smirk grew wider.

“Okay, deal. You pick the sword you want to buy out of the ones in the back, then we'll talk and play.” Rolf pulled the curtain back, revealing a bigger room, empty in the middle with multiple stands on two sides.

On the left, a few workers were busy with different stages of sword finishing touches. My mind revived the picture from the past, when I was watching our blacksmith making swords in his shop as a kid. It took us a few minutes to choose what Tim liked with my approval of his buy, and a few more minutes to agree on the price.

All this time, the father was the one doing the talking, Hans was looking at me with a smile and Rolf was smirking. The thought of an easy victory was clearly written on his face. When the talks were over, he stepped in the middle of the room and swung his sword side to side, pretending to stretch his shoulders. Tim turned to me, whispering.

“Alex... are you sure you want to do this? He's bigger than you, his sword is longer and... I would hate if something happened to you... plus, James would kill me.”

“I'll be fine. He's bigger and he's not taking me seriously, and I can use it all to my advantage.” I whispered back with a smile.

“So, are we doing it, or did you change your mind?” Rolf grinned at me, taking our whispering as a sign of a possible retreat.

“Let's start.” I picked up the viking sword and stepped in the middle of the room. A few more workers completed the circle of onlookers around us, ready to cheer their champion. Rolf moved to the side with his weapon still pointing down and smiled at me. I raised my hand and let my body retrieve the memory of a long forgotten feeling. If only they knew...

Our swords came together and very soon, I felt him struggling to keep up with my hits. His face wasn't so amused anymore, he concentrated on my arm, trying very hard to make me step back, but I wasn't about to. When the swords came smashing into each other between us, I pushed my sword up, throwing his to the side. He tried to bring his arm back as fast as he could, but the longer and heavier blade took it's toll, and tip of my sword stopped at his unprotected side. His smile vanished off his face.

“Wow! She beat you!” Hans yelled, clearly amused.

“I wasn't fighting with my full strength, she's a girl...” Rolf stepped back, with surprise written all over his face.

“Maybe you should take her seriously.” Hans smirked.

“Fine, there will be no holding back on my side. Let's make another deal. You beat me two out of three and I throw in a free scabbard for your sword.” Rolf looked at me.

“Deal.” I smiled and he grinned at me, starting another attack.

This time I could feel him hitting with the full force of his muscles. Every time I blocked his attempts, his brother cheered for me, and others joined him. A few minutes of a crazy blades dance and everything around became quiet when my sword pressed to his chest.

“Oh, she's good!” Hans' vocalized his joy. Rolf glared at his sibling and turned to me.

“Again.”

“As you wish.” I smiled and winked at Tim.

Our swords met again, flooding the room with the battle song of steel, and when my blade stopped at his neck, he lowered his sword, stepping back.

“I don't recognize your style, who trained you?”

“My father did.”

“That is it, she beat you two out of three. Thank so much for proving that my sword is worthy of the viking name!” Hans shook my hand and turned to his brother. “Just admit that she's better than you and this sword is great.”

“Her hand is smaller and can fit the grip perfectly, that is all. She can move faster, because the blade is lighter. But a deal is a deal, you got the free scabbard.” Rolf frowned back, watching me hand my sword to Hans.

“Sure, whatever you say, bro. She beat you and you're just looking for excuse.”

“The weapons were not equal, that is all I'm saying.”

“Care to make it interesting?” Hans turned to me with a wicked smile. “You beat my brother two out of three with an equal sword and that Anglo-Saxon you picked for your friend is half off the charge.”

“Only if your brother agrees to that.” I looked at Rolf and saw his jaws grind. He was clearly having a hard time losing and was not going to give up so easily, as to prove my thoughts he barked out.

“Let's make it even more interesting. We fight with full power, you beat me three out of five and you walk away with a free sword.”

“Free?”

“Absolutely.”

I looked at Tim's face, giving him a nod, and turned to my opponent. “Deal.”


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Hehe. She done kicked his ass
Thanks Olya :heart: I love you!
I bet James would be reaaally turned on if he saw her like that... :biggrin
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I think she's getting a free sword. :wink
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What a great chapter!! :horns:

I was missing Alex... :)

Thanks Olya!! You never disappoint me! :heart:
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I knew I'd love this chapter!

It would be like a bridge between Alex's past and present. And the sword was the perfect way to establish that connection.

I hope for a new chapter real soon. :3
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Thanks for waiting girls!!!
Sorry it took so long!
Love you all!
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(Kirk's POV)



Flocks of tourists started showing up on the wall, interrupting Meg's work, and she finally gave up when on top of it all the wind picked up, blowing our hair over our faces.

“Okay, I think that's all I can do...” She lowered her camera with a sigh and a disappointed look.

“Well, at least you got a few shots.” I smiled, trying to cheer her up.

“We'll see what I've got, I hope I at least have two or three good ones. I didn't even finished one roll...” She put the cover on her camera and sighed. Lars started to walk in the direction of the stairs and turned around.

“Lets catch up with Alex and Tim, I can't focking wait to see the torture museum! What store did they go to?”

“The blacksmith, Tim wanted to buy a sword.” Brian zipped up the camera bag and picked it up, throwing it over his shoulder.




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Of course our friends weren't waiting for us and we strolled down the street, looking for the sign that Alex pointed out earlier. Despite that all day I was busy with my photo madness, I managed to watch Alex. I was worried that this town would bring back her memories, but all day she seemed to be okay, no sad faces, no long looks. I was planning to pull her aside and make sure she was okay, but seeing her cheerful and smiling I decided not to remind her of the past.

By the time we got to the blacksmith shop the sun hid behind the clouds, the gusts of wind got stronger, and I started to consider if I should send Brain to return my bag with the cameras to the bus, in case it's rained. Better safe than sorry. The museum probably didn't allow private cameras anyway. Lost in my thought, I followed my friends into the shop, the main room was empty and I was about to say that we were probably in the wrong shop when screams of cheering and metal noises got everyone's attention.

We followed the voices and came upon a scene that made me gasp. In the middle of the circle was Alex, with a sword in her hand, pushing back a tall, well built guy. Their swords smashed together and I almost screamed in fear, watching his blade sliding on her's, closer to her hand. Kirk's eyes widened and he shouted.

“Whoa!”

“Fock!” Lars pushed himself pass James and stopped at the edge of circle of onlookers.




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Lars' voice pulled my attention and I turned, losing my concentration when I saw my friends standing at the entrance of the back room with stunned faces. My eyes stopped on James and I felt a cold wave on my back, seeing his astounded look. Shit... Rolf moved swiftly, using the moment and I felt his blade sliding dangerously close to my side. I pushed it away at the last moment, turning around and placing my sword to the back of his neck.

“Wow! Alex that is two out of five! One more and the sword is ours!” Tim shouted.

“Is that how you guard her with your life? What the fuck is all this?” I heard James' voice and lowered my sword.

“She's beat him every time! ” Tim giggled. “He's the one who needs protection. She's fucking awesome! So far it's four out of four!”

Lars looked at me, then pushed James' shoulder.

“I wouldn't piss her off when she has a sword in her hand... fock! That was focking wicked! I didn't know you could do that! Did you?” He turned to James, and I tensed up, watching James' lost expression, but Meg came to the rescue with her fast thinking.

“Of course he doesn't, Alex never brags about it. Her father was in the military and very into different combat and weapons training. He was always teaching her stuff, but she liked knives and swords the best. Not so much other training. She hated boxing, for sure. I remember, one time the punching bag hit her right in the face, leaving a huge bruise that was not pretty at all! Thank God it was summer and she didn't have to go to school like that!” Meg giggled, giving me a wink and I smiled 'thanks' back at her, breathing out in relief. I didn't even notice that I'd held my breath in panic. Saved by the lie of my best friend... thank Gods




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All the way to the museum Tim couldn't stop talking about Alex's fight, moving his sword around to show some of her moves, and everyone was enjoying the story. I tried to pull the topic to other things, seeing Alex not exactly comfortable to be the center of attention, but Brian's words brought it back.

“Man, I wish I was there to see it from the start!”

“It was awesome! I mean, that guy was so cocky, champion and all, and our Alex beat the shit out of him with such ease! She was fucking amazing! It looked like she was just playing with him, and he got all pissy and...”

I looked at Alex and saw James pulling her closer with a wide smile on his face. Tim's words drowned in my thoughts. Maybe it's not so bad, I know she hates it, but James is clearly turned on by what he saw. Just look at him, whispering into her ear, that wicked smile, hand on her shoulder.. all movements just scream 'mine'. Poor guy... I know what he wants right now and there is no where to go. Speaking of no place to go... I turned to Kirk and he smiled when I wrapped my arm around his waist, whispering to him.

“This town is nice and all, but two nights with no privacy is killing me.”

He smirked and whispered back. “Well, there is a hotel in here... we could go there instead of the museum...”

“Or we could find a place there... like a nice dark cleaning crew closet...” My predatory smile made Kirk bite his lip.

“You're so bad.”

“You have no idea....”

Right when we entered the museum, I pulled Alex to the restroom, and as soon as the door closed behind us I whispered.

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah... I just wish he'd stop talking about it... I didn't want anyone to see...” Alex sighed.

“Well, look on the bright side, you became Tim's hero and James is all beaming with pride and keeps looking at you like he wants to eat you! He liked what he saw.”

“I know, he keeps pressing me closer and whispering into my ear. And we have a few more hours here and then the long bus ride... no privacy anytime soon...” Alex giggled.

“Well... the museum is big... and there's many rooms there... you know...” I wiggled my eyebrows at my friend and laughed when she gave me a shocked look.

“Are you pushing me to be dirty?”

“Nah, not pushing... challenging.”


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Woo hoo! Go Alex! :nanner:
Hmmm.. Wonder what's gona happen at the museum :rolleyes:
Great writing as always Olya :D :heart:
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