From: dryad@puritycontrol.co.uk   
      
   pam wrote:   
   > 	Mulder ran his fingers through my titian hair and stared   
   > 	deeply into my cerulean blue eyes.  He thought the freckles   
   > 	on my nose looked just like his favorite constellations in   
   > 	the starry night sky.  His gaze rested on my strawberry-red   
   > 	lips and he wondered how they would feel around his ...   
      
   My eyes!   
      
   Dryad   
      
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