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Suzy Parker photographed in 1952 by Milton Greene.

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She sighed irritably, folding her arms. "Of course she's not in. When is everyone ever in when I want them to be?" she grumbled, "Never. Never, that's when - and that's when I have to do everything on my own, because people are too incompetent to do things by themselves, so who do they rely on? Me." She had clearly forgotten about the man in front of her until she looked up again, waving him off.

"No, no. No messages. It's fine. Just--telling me where she is would suffice, I suppose. Let me guess, she's off with the Mayor's son again, right?"

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“Emma Swan?” he tested his deputy’s name and then rose an eyebrow a  bit. “She’s not in right now—if you want to leave a message I could give it to Emma when she comes in.”

Whoever this woman was she was setting him off just a bit…she seemed a bit too panicky or concerned about something and it didn’t quite make sense in Graham’s head. Usually when you were this impatient about meeting something it spoke of something besides casual friendship or business dealings.

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She quirked a brow, a little laugh escaping her lips. "Years, hmm?" After a moment of what seemed to be pondering, she inquired, "Did you ever murder any of them? Oh, you know - drowning in the pool, taking a page out of the Blind Witch's book and cooking them for dinner?"

“Bad personality won’t really ward me off unless I lose my temper on you.  I lived with childish boys for years.” At the last sentence she sounded rather proud of herself for it. It was a feat putting up with them all, as she recalled.

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Delik Hanif for a Braavosi courtesan

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It’s been a pleasure.

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"Well, blow me," she drawled sarcastically, "I was trying to ward you off with my bad personality." She shrugged a shoulder dismissively, peering out the window. "It's a slow day and I don't have any appointments set. I might as well amuse myself with a fairy princess girl until I have to force you out."

Tinker Bell merely nodded, disregarding the conversation. “Why would I leave? I’m having my own little fun here.” She reached out her hand to take the strip, popping it in her mouth immediately after. “And you’re not forcing me out, so I must be at least entertaining to you.”

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Send me a ♡ and I will fill out the following!

If you came in my room we would….

[] cuddle and watch disney movies

[] have a pillow fight

[] sleep

[] fuck

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I would kiss you on…

[] neck

[] cheek

[] lips

[] forehead

I would let you sleep on…

[] My bed

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[] bathroom

[] Lemme show you to the door.

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[] 1-4

[] 5-7

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Lucille Mallory glanced up from the notepad in her hands. It had been a dreadfully slow afternoon, and she had been stuck all day in her garden attempting to sketch something out. Apparently, art was not on her side today. She raised a brow as her assistant scurried away without a word after leading someone towards her, pulling her hand back from petting one of the multiple venus flytraps in her garden and standing.

"Ah. Are you the new secretary?" she asked, looking the person over. She cocked her head, folding her arms and waiting for a response. Before she could get one, however, she held a hand up, frowning. "Ah-ah. Wait a second, you're not the new secretary. Blow me. Who are you, then, and why are you bothering me on a bad day? On any day, actually, is a bad time to bother me."

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You have permission to flirt with me anonymously. Starting now.