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poison_isleyShe should have probably gotten a dog. It'd make her look less suspicious as she wandered through these gardens, admiring plants and perking things up on the dreary February day. The white house with all the glass wasn't really her taste, but somehow they had some healthy pampas planted at the edge of the estate and she couldn't believe how it was thriving.
The green woman in the tight black jeans and a black motorcycle jacket reached up to touch the feathery fronds and smiled.
The smile fell the second she heard the door of the house open. She shot a look at the man and it took her a beat longer than normal to decide if he was a threat or not. Hand on the ornamental grass, the whole plant began to twitch and grow.
The green woman in the tight black jeans and a black motorcycle jacket reached up to touch the feathery fronds and smiled.
The smile fell the second she heard the door of the house open. She shot a look at the man and it took her a beat longer than normal to decide if he was a threat or not. Hand on the ornamental grass, the whole plant began to twitch and grow.
