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[For Winters]
Dec. 4th, 2008 05:20 pmRobin had no doubt in her mind that all men in any century needed to understand the greatness that was the Godfather. Maybe not any of the following sequels (well, two. Two was classic), but there was no way to go but the route of insistence that Richard Winters had a dire need to watch the Godfather.
After she'd found herself a miniskirt and a decent green cotton top for the evening (sweating it out was really, really overrated), she went to collect him, having argued for three days with the bookshelf for the reel. She'd only won the argument by insulting the bookshelf's mother, which admittedly was a low blow, but you did what you could.
She knocked on the main door of the Officer's Club, praying and hoping it was Dick or that blond guy and not Nixon. Because that would just be way too weird.
After she'd found herself a miniskirt and a decent green cotton top for the evening (sweating it out was really, really overrated), she went to collect him, having argued for three days with the bookshelf for the reel. She'd only won the argument by insulting the bookshelf's mother, which admittedly was a low blow, but you did what you could.
She knocked on the main door of the Officer's Club, praying and hoping it was Dick or that blond guy and not Nixon. Because that would just be way too weird.
