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been coordinated by the store decorator at Levitz. The leather sofabed
and loveseat, the occasional tables, the lamps, the drapes -- even the
paintings -- could have been purchased as a set on the showroom floor.
Everything worked, but without personality.
Connie sat on the loveseat and Kim flumped down on the sofa, at a
right angle to Connie. <A HREF="http://www.osakagirls.com/?model=haruka-suenaga" TARGET="_top">Haruka Suenaga</A> held up the glass and swirled the port
gracefully in the glass, examining the rivulets that settled back to the
Both laughed and sipped. "Where was I?" Kim asked.
"Oh, right -- Well, once word got around that I was separated, and
happy to be, I couldn't go into an office without someone hitting on me.
Some less subtly than others. I had a guy today -- I still can't believe
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