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20:20 Cadee Anne intro

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Submitted by Allyana on Sun, 01/23/2011 - 19:18
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As she practically danced her way up the stairs to the upper level of the Graveyard Club,  Anne was sure she could understand what Charlie had felt at the gates of the chocolate factory.  She turned around and prompted her companion, a much more composed Cadee.

“Come on, come on, come on, brighten up! It’s vampires’ night. My kind!”

21:44 Meredith and Cadee

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Submitted by Allyana on Sun, 01/23/2011 - 18:31
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“When will I learn not to count on lil’orphan Annie to stay put?” Cadee asked to herself while she once again scanned the room for her friend, seeing no sign of her. She had left her at the bar about fifteen minutes earlier, while she went to the restrooms, with the firm promise to wait there.

07:10 "Cadee's revelations"

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Submitted by Allyana on Mon, 01/17/2011 - 13:31
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Friday, 07:10

“Good morning, my dear.” Anne entered the kitchen, with her usual impetuous quality. “I reckon you promised me Mexican,” she said, rubbing her hands. “A morning that starts with Mexican food can only lead to good things.”

22:15 "Graveyard Club Lower level"

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Submitted by Allyana on Wed, 01/12/2011 - 22:41
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Graveyard Club

*Now, where the hell are you, Annie?* Cadee asked to herself, as she pushed past the crowd on the dance floor until she reached the bar, taking a seat in the spot with the best view of the whole club.

04:15 "Cadee and Anne"

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Submitted by Allyana on Thu, 01/06/2011 - 11:51
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“How do I look?”

Anne Millet parted her eyes from the TV screen where an old vampire’s movie was showing, and distractedly inspected her roommate. Half a second later she pushed the ‘pause’ button on the DVD player and looked again.

23:15 "Slàinte"

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Submitted by Allyana on Tue, 01/04/2011 - 00:11
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Slàinte Bar

270 Centre St New York, NY 10013

The music was too loud, the people were too crazy, the lights were too bright, and her temples pounded too hard. Cadee usually liked her job and she loved the Slàinte, but tonight wasn’t the best of nights. *And it’s just Monday,* she told to herself, still two days to go till her free night.

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