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 Posted: Tue Jul 13, 2010 12:00 am
He shouts after him. "I need a shirt!"
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"What do you think of Matthew?"
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Follow!
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Posted: Tue Jul 13, 2010 12:02 am
"Hush!"
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"Of Matthew? I don't know."
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Lalalala! She heads off to a room near the kitchen. It's a storage room! Inside is where she keeps her wine n such! "There are lots of bottles in here. Like any?"
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Posted: Tue Jul 13, 2010 12:05 am
"And a blanket," he mutters.
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"Russ is jealous of him."
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"...A wine bottle?"
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Posted: Tue Jul 13, 2010 12:08 am
Stomping around.
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"He is?"
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"Would you prefer a different kind?"
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Posted: Tue Jul 13, 2010 12:11 am
Mutter mutter.
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"How many girlfriends did Russ have back home?"
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"Yes."
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Posted: Tue Jul 13, 2010 12:13 am
He stomps back with an armful of stuff. He dumps it on the couch. "There. A blanket. A shirt. Shoes. He doesn't have a brush."
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"I don't think he had any."
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"Okaaay. This way." To her bedroom!
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Posted: Tue Jul 13, 2010 12:17 am
He looks startled then smiles. "You can find one. And water to get some of the blood out."
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She blinks. "None? Ever?"
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Posted: Tue Jul 13, 2010 12:18 am
"Comb it with your fingers. Or cut it." Off he goes again!
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"Not that I can remember."
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Into the bedroom! She wanders over to her giant vanity and gestures to the endless colorful glass perfume bottles. "Any of those?"
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Posted: Tue Jul 13, 2010 12:22 am
"Cut!" Wide eyes.
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"But he always talked about not wanting girls to play games with him. What did that mean?"
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"...You think I'd live in a perfume bottle."
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Posted: Tue Jul 13, 2010 12:25 am
"Or not." He returns with a jar of water. "Here. I've got somewhere to be. Try not to burn anything else down. The dog will be watching you." He wags a finger.
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"Um.. Maybe he was talking about the girls where we lived. Some of them were really flirty."
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"They're perfectly good bottles."
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Posted: Tue Jul 13, 2010 12:29 am
He takes the jar. "Take the mongrel with you."
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"How flirty?"
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"For girls."
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Posted: Tue Jul 13, 2010 12:36 am
"He's staying here. See you!" He heads out!
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"They liked to mess with him. Play jokes on him. Just for fun, I thought."
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She puts her hands on her hips. "For anyone!"
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Posted: Tue Jul 13, 2010 12:40 am
He thinks life is hateful.
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"How far did those jokes go?"
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Frown!
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Posted: Tue Jul 13, 2010 12:48 am
Because it IS.
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"I don't know. I didn't joke around with them."
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She taps her foot. "I guess we'll have to go out and find one after all."
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Posted: Tue Jul 13, 2010 12:53 am
"Could something bad have happened with one of them?"
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"..I guess." He eyes the bottles with SUSPICION.
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