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 Posted: Fri Mar 03, 2006 2:28 am
*laughs* I wish to go stretch. I'll see you later. *blows a kiss and flies away*
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*smiles* No, only a very small bit. *back to the cottage they gooo*
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Posted: Fri Mar 03, 2006 2:35 am
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Posted: Fri Mar 03, 2006 2:36 am
*stops at the cottage door and opens it* You get in there and get into something warm and dry, all right?
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Posted: Fri Mar 03, 2006 2:40 am
Okay. Thank you for taking me. Goodnight! *wavies and heads in*
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Posted: Fri Mar 03, 2006 2:41 am
Goodnight! *smiles and waves before shutting the door. walks off to do tristan things.*
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Posted: Fri Mar 03, 2006 7:44 pm
*is dusting the front room*
*is helping. what a nice kid*
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Posted: Fri Mar 03, 2006 7:46 pm
*enters* Hello!
*is sitting on his shoulder. sneezes.*
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Posted: Fri Mar 03, 2006 7:50 pm
Good morning.
Hi! *waves his rag*
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Posted: Fri Mar 03, 2006 7:51 pm
How are you too doing?
Oh, it's horrible in here! *sneeeze. buries her face in tristan's collar*
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Posted: Fri Mar 03, 2006 7:56 pm
We're doing well. How are you?
*noddy. little laugh* Sorry, phlox.
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Posted: Fri Mar 03, 2006 7:58 pm
I'm all right. You two need any help?
You should be. Uuuuugh. *crawls under tristan's shirt*
Hey! *squirms and reaches to try to pull her out*
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Posted: Fri Mar 03, 2006 8:02 pm
The hens could stand to be fed.
*laughs*
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Posted: Fri Mar 03, 2006 8:06 pm
*refuses to budge*
*gives up* ..Okay. Where's the feed?
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Posted: Fri Mar 03, 2006 8:11 pm
Out back, by the door. Three handfuls for now.
*shakes his rag*
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Posted: Fri Mar 03, 2006 8:19 pm
Three handfuls. Got it. *heads forth to feed the chiiiickens. rubs his nose.*
*blows her nose on the inside of tristan's shirt*
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