"That I can do," Sinthia answered, unlocking the car and letting the dog hop in before her, so he could settle his now less-fluffy white bulk on the backseat comfortably. (Or on what passed for a backseat, anyway.)
"Pasta, wine, ice cream... So I'm going to spoil you tonight," she laughed gently. "I like it."
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Date: 2016-04-13 03:00 am (UTC)"Pasta, wine, ice cream... So I'm going to spoil you tonight," she laughed gently. "I like it."