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 Posted: Thu Apr 21, 2005 9:11 am
Hallo all! Anyone like a muffin? *reaches into his paper bag and pulls out a blueberry muffin, licking his lips*
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Posted: Thu Apr 21, 2005 9:13 am
BlueMike Hallo all! Anyone like a muffin? *reaches into his paper bag and pulls out a blueberry muffin, licking his lips* bagelguy is back...i like a muffin
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Posted: Thu Apr 21, 2005 9:54 am
*reaches in, fishing out an apple-cinnamon muffin a short time later* Is this one okay? *bites into his blueberry muffin*
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Posted: Thu Apr 21, 2005 9:57 am
*Walks in looking around*
Where is my Alley?
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Posted: Thu Apr 21, 2005 9:59 am
Um? *wears a puzzled smile* Dunno. Like a muffin, though?
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Posted: Thu Apr 21, 2005 10:00 am
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Posted: Thu Apr 21, 2005 10:07 am
Oh, okay. *blinks* Oh, that's right! *digs around in the bag for a bit* Cranberry good?
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Posted: Thu Apr 21, 2005 10:11 am
*she nuzzles him* you have blueberry?
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Posted: Thu Apr 21, 2005 10:27 am
(Have to leave)
*kisses his cheek and leaves*
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Posted: Thu Apr 21, 2005 11:40 am
*arches an eyebrow* She seemed nice. Shame she had to leave before she had her muffin, though. *shrugs and rocks a bit on his barstool* Anyone else like one?
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Posted: Thu Apr 21, 2005 12:16 pm
Guess not...Ah well. *curls up on the floor around his bag and naps*
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Posted: Thu Apr 21, 2005 1:05 pm
*walks in all sweety* OMG I need a drink *walks over to the bar, because that all he dousse*
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Posted: Thu Apr 21, 2005 1:29 pm
*starts to sing drunk songs* Damn it
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Posted: Thu Apr 21, 2005 1:46 pm
crying My sis was here and I missed her!
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Posted: Thu Apr 21, 2005 1:54 pm
*He sighed lightly as he wandered into the bar, glancing over his shoulder every now and then, as if checking for something or someone, and sat at the bar, scanning it for something interesting*
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