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callanoferador.livejournal.com2005-05-31 11:08 pm
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Confessions. [Callan/Christian]
“Have you been visiting with my sister?” Callan gave his watch a pointed look.
Dressed in faded denim with a thick black leather belt and a sleeveless t-shirt, a barefoot Christian turned around as if startled. “Wha . . . Oh, your Majesty. I’m sorry. No, no I wasn’t. I haven’t seen Caeline since lunchtime. I was in Palace, looking for my father. He hides out down here.”
Dressed in faded denim with a thick black leather belt and a sleeveless t-shirt, a barefoot Christian turned around as if startled. “Wha . . . Oh, your Majesty. I’m sorry. No, no I wasn’t. I haven’t seen Caeline since lunchtime. I was in Palace, looking for my father. He hides out down here.”