Horatio's chocolate eyes, warm and consoling, were flecking with green as deep and limpid as tropical islands in the Caribbean. Hamlet's own were black orbs, darker than a well of despair on a moonless night in Iceland during the winter. When their eyes met, something sparked between them, and thus, gentle reader, a valuable tourist industry came to nothing, for the only thing less unpleasant than a tropical island in a well of despair is a tropical island in a well of despair on fire.
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Date: 2005-09-01 01:48 am (UTC)...Yessssss?
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Horatio's chocolate eyes, warm and consoling, were flecking with green as deep and limpid as tropical islands in the Caribbean. Hamlet's own were black orbs, darker than a well of despair on a moonless night in Iceland during the winter. When their eyes met, something sparked between them, and thus, gentle reader, a valuable tourist industry came to nothing, for the only thing less unpleasant than a tropical island in a well of despair is a tropical island in a well of despair on fire.
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