<div class="floatright">(http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LeoirZOHjZI/TpbrUMqp-nI/AAAAAAAAB2Y/QBqdFHi8zsk/s1600/Morena+Baccarin.jpg)</div><br/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">Barbara hopped up on the bench in the kitchen swinger her legs that dangled over the ledge. She didn't know how to respond when Tarots' voice an other worldly demeanour. Only she knew was...this coffee was good and it needed to be finished.<br/><br/><strong>"So...things are looking good for us? Be Gotta be honest, I've heard worse reports on the news when some loudmouth thugs things he's the shit. Besides, you can't look into darkness without a light Tarot. I suggest you bring a torch next time you peek."</strong><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/></span></span></div>