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.uoy rof legna na semoceb em ni nexiv eht ,ees uoY

Created on 2005-03-04 10:59:23 (#6338322), last updated 2009-08-18

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Name:	endofjulia
Location:	State College, Pennsylvania, United States
Website:	My Deviant Art

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Maes Hughes is ~~in heaven playing chess with Spike Spiegel~~ love
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	endofjulia User Number: 6338322 Date Created:03-04-2005 Number of Posts: 381
Endofjulia's ego frequently disregards her superego, letting her id romp with a teasing, devilish smirk.
Strengths: Plays well with others
Weaknesses: chocolate chip cookies, well written smut, sexy and distinguished characters, 90s music, dark curly haired men in jeans, fantasy novels/manga/anime, art, and any kind of hot tea, jasmine anything
Special Skills: My feminine wiles yo. I'm able to combust someone with a single wink.
Weapons: My creative intellect
Favorite Scent: Jasmine

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Endofjulia's eyes, spurred on by the growl of her stomach, glanced at the time in the lower right corner of the computer screen. It's 3 in the afternoon already!? Huh. Maybe I should grab some food. Seconding her thoughts, her stomach let out another low growl. Hm. What to eat?

Her eyes wondered over to the empty bowl that once housed Cherry Vanilla ice cream. It was such a good midnight snack that she was sure it would also make an excellent breakfast. She chuckled sheepishly when she remembered the most wonderful thing- the ice cream was almost gone so it didn't warrant a bowl, just a spoon and the carton itself. And, even better, I'll be the last one to eat it!

She bolted from the computer desk, up the stairs, and into the kitchen only to agonizingly scream when the freezer lacked the desirable ice cream. What the hell!? All the drool and expectations of bliss were for naught! The only thing to do was to yell for the one person who could explain the injustice.

"MOM!"

No answer. Only the piano's tones rang throughout the house. Endofjulia felt her eyebrow twitch, and she desperately ran from the kitchen to the next room.

"MOM!" The piano didn't stop, but only grew quieter as mother's fingers caused a noticeable decrescendo. This was all Endofjulia needed to know her mother was listening. "Where did the ice cream go!?"

"I saw your dad run with the carton and a spoon a little while ago."

The screams of horror were drowned out by the piano's crescendo.

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