tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2409606802450745691.post5915019211570632512..comments2023-06-23T05:35:04.744-07:00Comments on Human Target Musings: Blueberry FootballQuietfirehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07233938418619592640noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2409606802450745691.post-14407534180766136112011-06-15T10:39:15.297-07:002011-06-15T10:39:15.297-07:00I think Chance was pissed because she'd announ...I think Chance was pissed because she'd announced out of the blue that she was going back to London. heh heh - Hot on the heels of that kiss. Who is running away this time? I guess he's watching his own tendencies played out by someone else and he's annoyed! Touche, Ilsa!Quietfirehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07233938418619592640noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2409606802450745691.post-87635269239364557302011-06-15T10:26:20.667-07:002011-06-15T10:26:20.667-07:00Nice catch; had noticed the first set of blueberr...Nice catch; had noticed the first set of blueberries falling down, but not the second. I thought Ilsa stomped out without a goodbye-hug because Chance didn't utter a word -- but, maybe it was because he was too engrossed in playing with a berries!! :-)<br />SaturnAnonymousnoreply@blogger.com