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Post by Her Royal Highness on Jul 27, 2008 15:29:22 GMT -8
"Contest? Hmm. I don't know, Andrew," a tiny smile playing around one corner of her mouth. The idea of Andrew Baron emerging as salsa king triumphant, amusing as it was, seemed a bit ambitious on his part. "It's all in the leading..." she trailed off. "Oh what the hell. Chance at free alcohol. But I'm warning you! If I feel like you're going to embarrass me I'll find myself another partner before the contest starts."
It couldn't hurt to threaten the great Andrew Baron once in a while with the idea of another man being more desirable than him in some aspect.
What the
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