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The cheeseburger was a work of beauty. The bun was toasted to a golden brown on the inside, but still light, fluffy, and warm on the top. Ketchup and mustard were drizzled over the bread. Thick slices of tomato, crisp onion rings, and fresh, still slightly damp leaves of lettuce provided crunch. Two slices of cheese melted over a grilled beef patty. A basket of french fries served as a compliment to the perfect sandwich.
The smell of the beef was making Grant's mouth water, and Dog was showing more interest in the food than was healthy for the burger. He swatted her away from the plate, and he hoped that Laura showed up at his room soon, or her was going ot eat the damn thing himself.
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Date: 2006-10-20 03:15 am (UTC)Laura sat up slightly and cast evanesco, wand pointed at the puddles on the floor, then lay back down, closed her eyes and resumed petting the wolf and the two cats.
She seems to agree, the treecat sent, along with a feeling of perfect contentment.
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