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 Posted: Mon Jul 26, 2010 3:05 am
"I wonder where he is.. " Hmmm.
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The dog hops off the couch. Woof!
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Posted: Mon Jul 26, 2010 3:06 am
"What does it really matter?"
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Byron mutters something about damn mutts and sticks his hands in the fire.
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Posted: Mon Jul 26, 2010 3:07 am
"It matters. I would feel better if they made up. Sparrow doesn't need to be just a mistress."
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The dog's fur bristles. Fire! Danger! Woof!
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Posted: Mon Jul 26, 2010 3:10 am
"She probably ruined that by running up here to find Rich."
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Byron thinks the dog is loud and annoying, but he keeps focused on his fire.
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Posted: Mon Jul 26, 2010 3:11 am
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Posted: Mon Jul 26, 2010 3:15 am
"She took off here, and pretended to be his fiancee for years. It sort of narrowed her prospects."
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Whatever doggie! The fire flares and runs up his arms, singing his sleeves.
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Posted: Mon Jul 26, 2010 3:17 am
"Hmm. That was a little strange."
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Ee!
Cy shuffles in. Dog barking + smell of burning pillow = a** whooping. "What are you doing?"
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Posted: Mon Jul 26, 2010 3:21 am
"Right. You see what I mean?"
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"Quiet." The fire flares again.
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Posted: Mon Jul 26, 2010 3:22 am
"Why did she do that?"
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"I thought I told you not to do that. What did you not understand?"
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Posted: Mon Jul 26, 2010 3:27 am
"She claims it was to protect him."
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"I told you to be quiet." The fire flares once more then abruptly goes out. Byron gasps and sinks back against the couch, now clutching ashes.
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Posted: Mon Jul 26, 2010 3:28 am
".. They sure are taking a while." Hmmmm.
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"You owe me a pillow."
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Posted: Mon Jul 26, 2010 3:30 am
"They are, aren't they?"
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"You could have gotten me a block of wood."
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Posted: Mon Jul 26, 2010 3:31 am
Hmmmmmmmmmm. Furrowed brow!
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"I don't have a block of wood just sitting here."
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Posted: Mon Jul 26, 2010 3:33 am
"We could check on them."
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"You refused to get me anything to burn. You don't care nor does Russ."
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Posted: Mon Jul 26, 2010 3:35 am
".. No. Besides, I don't know where they went."
Knock at the door!
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"You sure whine a lot."
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