Saturday, September 20, 2008

Despensary Drag


Escaping the clients we rush to the back. "Nic! Did Deb see us?" I whisper hoping we've made it to safty.
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"We're clear Caro." She says, stepping behind the short swinging door.
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Finally, our bodies can relax. The tension mellowing enough to cram into the lense of my camera phone.
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"Ladies!" Crap, they found us.

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