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Feuilly peeks into the back room of the Musain, only to find it empty, save the tables and chairs and the floating dust that the sun, setting in the window, makes visible. Of course, his luck precisely, he thinks. He rushed straight from work in desperation to avoid being late to the meeting, only to err on the wrong side and arrive first of all. It doesn't matter so much, he thinks, taking a seat. He'll just wait for the others to arrive.
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On September 19th, 2005 06:12 am (UTC), santeduprogres commented:
"Good point," he agrees, then blushes. "No, she wouldn't." He laughs. "Women aren't interested in politics, and medicine, and Shakespeare, and moths."
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On September 19th, 2005 04:17 pm (UTC), santeduprogres replied:
'Ferre blushes more, then turns his attention to the kitten. "Hush, you know they aren't either." A pause as he internally explodes from cute once again, then grins. "Why not? They're fascinating creatures."
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On September 20th, 2005 10:10 pm (UTC), santeduprogres replied:
If it's possible, he's blushing even more, and ducks his head. "Oh, I don't know. I'm hardly notable. Unlike some I could name." It really could. "I think they're interesting."
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