Parker stared at the phone, then blinked. "Are you trying to upset me? She averted her gaze back to the pretty man who'd just walked by, and glanced over at her at the 'hellooooo', then grinned. "Pretty man out for a morning walk, apparently. Reading Pravda. Waiting for the light. Good to know Moscow hasn't exported *all the Alex Krycek types."
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Date: 2007-05-26 01:34 am (UTC)