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It had been a lovely evening. Georgie had made the reservations weeks in advance, completely in secret. The meal was exquisite and the after-dinner conversation hadn't been too strained. He really did still care! Maybe they'd be able to work things out after all. Ariel was just beginning to hope when it happened.

'Oh, look, it's Chirac! Hi there, Jacque!'

The President's hand stiffened in his. 'I told you I wasn't talking to him, dear.'

Georgie accepted his apology, as always, but Ariel knew the moment had been ruined. The ride home was silent. Why did he always have to do things like that?

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[mrlogic.livejournal.com]

*snort*

ow. Shouldn't snort Doritos.