"Hermione dear, can you bring me those dishes?", Mrs. Weasley asked, scrubbing her plate. "Of course.", Hermione responded, grabbing the plates off of the table. As she set them down, she let her hand brush Mrs. Weasley's forearm, lingering momentarily. An exploratory gesture. Her head swam with the possibilities.
I play it at work because I'm a bad employee. They changed the opera lyrics.
I had to post in your user notes and let you know that I'm totally enjoying playing through my copy of Final Fantasy VI Advance! Oh happy days!!
