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<li data-xf-list-type="ul"> Full lips forming a smile when he spoke, it wasn't anything out of the ordinary for him to be flirting with her, as it had never truly bothered her. It wasn't a cat call or a shouting remark about something on her figure, so she took to it easily. <b>"You said that when you first hired me."</b> And he had, because when was the last time you'd seen a woman like that working as a psychiatrist for the crazies? Maybe the woman was crazy herself, though she had done nothing to cheat in getting this job. There was no extra leg thrown into getting it, it was merely a job that she wouldn't mind taking fresh out of college to advance her later on in life. Besides, even with the act of playing hard to get and keeping her mind in a world of oblivion as far as most of his flirting went, it wasn't anything difficult at all, not to say that at any time she wouldn't mind having a certain few <i>altercations</i> with her boss. Her mind coughing as she kept her eyes settled on the man, listening to him give her fun facts on cigarettes, blinking only softly because even though he was the warden of this prison, she didn't take him seriously. Or at least, not for the fact that he was getting giddy about using a cigarette as a torture weapon. <b>"You're not a Russian communist, Rayne."</b> Well there was a crush to his dreams. <b>"And don't wish for something like that. You and I both would be out of a job."</b> And they would, her figure leaning toward him subconsciously, her eyes stared into his before folding her arms over her chest in hearing the footsteps of another, not that it truthfully bothered her, though her mind began to count the steps. <i>Dahlia.</i>[/list:u]</li>
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