January 22nd, 2005

tank girl


TormentThe mobile rang, a hideous noise that sounded like a frog being chewed up and spat out by a trail bike. Spike lunged across the desk to grab the phone, but Dawn beat him to it, answering in a professional manner.

She smiled at Spike as she took the call, but seeing his face thought that stepping outside might be for the best while handling the client.

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