Replies or the dog ate my homework segment: harita: When you say last sentence harita do you mean
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cuz that was weird. 
the reading club thing just kind of came to me. cuz I belong to a reading club at the library here 
SeerCassandraTrelawney: I'm glad you're reading Cassandra, I like having readers Sadly, I've missed a couple of Saturday's but I hope to remedy that. Connie: Conners, you're always here ... *glomps* *sniffles* now on to the action adventure. 
The saxophone played down the wet brightly lit street wafting down with the scents on the wind of the barbecue place, the usual urban smells of car exhaust mixing with the trees in the parks and the smells from the factories and coffee shops and restaurants. Still, the song played, a girl sang with all her heart pouring out of every syllable every note heartfelt painting a picture of heartache and longing.
Not one caress and I am wanting to be filled with pleasure
not one caress and me dreaming with what could be
not one caress and me looking for your taste on my lips
not one caress and me waiting and me wanting you to make love :music:
~translated from the song by Ana Gabriel
The sad song floated through the streets of London. Solemnity Fields walked out of the pub. She had a date with a werewolf. Vengeance was a dish best served cold with copious amounts of excessively unnecessary violence and mayhem. And Fields so wanted vengeance against Neville Longbottom.
The boy she was supposed to be meeting came highly recommended among dark circles. The boy was a werewolf, an assassin, a hired hand. Exactly how best to use that tool she did not know yet, but there would be time enough for that in the future. For now, she wanted to see what this boy was capable of and whether he would work out, then if he did she'd worry about whether or not his style of combat was compatible with the Hunter.
She turned one last time to look at the pub and smiled at the girl's song. She sang so beautifully, someone who'd obviously felt that heartache. Solemnity Fields knew about heartache but she didn't want to sing her pain as much as she wanted to share it, in the most physical, painful manifestation of her own emotional hurts. A broken heart hurt more than a few broken bones, and it would not heal as quickly.
Not much, but something for y'all to chew on until I return ... and I shall return. Sooner, I hope. LOL Holidays and all, my apologies, and loves ♥.