August 5th, 2005

Frylock

Later Saturday... (Part Five)

"Why doesn't anyone email me?" the Muse grumbled. "I've got a freakin' address. I'd like to find something in my box sometime. I don't even get porn, and you would think that would be the thing I'd get the most of." Her fingers flew over the keys of Miranda's computer. "I'm a filthy girl. I'd love that."
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