She cuddled into him, fingers interlacing with his. "He can be the prettyboy frontman," she said. "You'll be the brooding genius. And Dandelion will be ..."
She broke off, there, thinking about it. "Dandelion will be the wild one. Always in tabloids."
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Date: 2010-07-23 02:52 pm (UTC)She broke off, there, thinking about it. "Dandelion will be the wild one. Always in tabloids."