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The Park, Sunday, sunset
Ms. Squall Leonhart, wealthy sugar momma and weather pixie, and her darling Tiberius Bell - owner of Pixie Dust, which neither of them could seem to find, but really, it was certainly an artists' studio or something similarly clever and important - were walking through the park at sunset, talking.
Well, he talked, and she jingled. Close enough.
Shame she was three inches tall. Squall's memory seemed to be gone, and Tiberius' as well, but surely they had worked around that particular problem in the past, hadn't they? She could be patient.
In the meantime, there was talking. And jingling.
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Well, he talked, and she jingled. Close enough.
Shame she was three inches tall. Squall's memory seemed to be gone, and Tiberius' as well, but surely they had worked around that particular problem in the past, hadn't they? She could be patient.
In the meantime, there was talking. And jingling.
(Very open.

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"Beautiful sunset," he said.
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And then placed her hand over her throat.
And then jingled.
Could he please try that again?
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Tiberius stuck his hands in his pockets and shrugged. "Sorry. That sucks."
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