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Paul Foster stared at the statue in the corner of his office. When did that get delivered? Not that he necessarily objected to the subject: a rounded Greek goddess, her attributes enhanced by the draperies of her ancient gown, but he suspected he was going to hear about it.
He stopped to look slightly up into her blank eyes, running a finger across the smooth cheek. What was her name? Galatea?
The SeaQuest addict that was arched an eyebrow at dragon. "He didn't freak."
dragon sighed. "Gift was too appropriate. Wonder what he'd do with a Goth Barbie doll …."
"Mo – th – er!"
Innocent blink, blink.