Iris pressed her chilled fingers to her heart with a gasp. She felt the key's shape beneath her jacket, and it was enough to stiffen her resolve. She swallowed both her bile and her nerve, straightened her shoulders and accepted the return of her handkerchief from the warm hand of the tall, dark haired stranger.
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Nice one!
Now, I have to go think of something for Janey and Ruby...
me thinks...just who is this dark haired stranger?
Hmmmm. Do we hear ominous chords or a swell of romantic violins?
PW: ...or perhaps the tolling bell that signals The Undertaker's entrance music? LOL! He is a tall dark stranger after all! (Just kidding! ;-p)
You know, I like the Undertaker and all, but damn. I'm not meeting him a dark alley!
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