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Yesterday a man whose name I didn't catch offered to share a glass of wine with me. Since I suspected that he had more than friendly conversation and possible information-gathering on my part in mind, I asked him if he was aware of my age. It turns out that he thought that I was over twenty-one. Now, I realize that I do look a bit older than fifteen, but really- twenty-one is a bit extravagant, isn't it?
... Paris is quite lovely.
OOC: And there's a possibility that one of these miiiiight be sitting on Ty Lee's pillow in the hotel room when she wakes up in the morning. Azula has no idea how it got there, really. >.>
... Paris is quite lovely.
OOC: And there's a possibility that one of these miiiiight be sitting on Ty Lee's pillow in the hotel room when she wakes up in the morning. Azula has no idea how it got there, really. >.>
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...I won't pretend to understand what was going on then, especially since you seem determined not to let me know. But I'm sure there's more to it than that.
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No. There isn't. She decided that she was sick of me. End of story.
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One way or another, it's obvious you two need to talk about it. Apologizing would be the best way to start.
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