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Date: 2005-08-21 05:35 am (UTC)
*G* Icons second, fic first.

Watermelons don't grow in Denmark (much too cold). A vendor of exotic fruit comes to Wittenburg one day, in the hot part of the summer, when they aren't studying because they wouldn't be able to sort the words out. They are both amazed, although the Prince pretends he isn't. Horatio admits more readily, kissing the pink juice away, marvelling over the smooth black seeds.
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