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        &. @atticbcy ;;

        “ color me amused, soldier, but what is this ? “

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       &. ) rendczvous ;;

          Of course, Charlotte had said to the maids that they could let anyone in as long as they seemed friendly enough. It’s not as thought she was afraid of anyone. Whoever had something to say to her, they could say. Today, stretched out on her poolside chair, sunglasses big and looking like she was pulled straight from a sixties magazine, she sips a long island. Her pale skin takes in the sun but she can’t stay out for long or she’ll burn. Fair skin, you know. she sound of the sliding door opening grabs her attention, however. She does’t need to turn, though. She knows just by the presence. “Tardy Mr. Rivers,” Cue a pause to sip from her glass, watching the pool boy clean. “I might have to punish you for that.”