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 Posted: Sun Mar 04, 2012 10:01 pm
Angie puts her hands on her hips.
".. Morning."
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"Good." He sits!
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"What did you eat?"
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"What is he doing today?"
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Posted: Sun Mar 04, 2012 10:08 pm
"Richard does not need a doctor."
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Stephen makes a face.
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"Pancakes."
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"He is dissecting eyes."
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Posted: Sun Mar 04, 2012 10:11 pm
".. I only offered to call one if he needed one." Frown.
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"Aw, you think I'm awful now, don't you? I'm really not."
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"Did you make them?"
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"Such a busy thing." He shakes his head and munches. "I don't suppose I could go and watch?"
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Posted: Sun Mar 04, 2012 10:26 pm
"Thank you. Not yet. Please." He hugs Angie's legs tighter.
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"Sure."
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"Nooo. Bradley did."
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"He would not like that."
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Posted: Sun Mar 04, 2012 10:29 pm
"Fine. Just let me know if that changes." She turns to go.
"Thanks, Liz."
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"Aw, we're friends, aren't we?"
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"Why don't you ask me to make something for you? I can make pancakes." Poke poke.
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"May I go outside?"
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Posted: Sun Mar 04, 2012 10:31 pm
Hug.
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"Sure. Right."
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She wiggles. "Because Braadley made them."
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"No."
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Posted: Sun Mar 04, 2012 10:35 pm
"Edan. What are you doing down there?" She looks down at him again.
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"Stepheeen. We were getting along so well."
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"You could ask me sometime. You know." Poke.
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"Not even supervised?" Munch.
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Posted: Sun Mar 04, 2012 10:40 pm
"Hmmm?" He looks up at her.
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"Everything is fine."
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"It's fiiiine." More wiggling.
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"I am not sufficient supervision."
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Posted: Sun Mar 04, 2012 10:43 pm
"Yeah, you. What are you doing?"
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He pouts.
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"You don't like my pancakes?"
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"You aren't?"
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Posted: Sun Mar 04, 2012 10:47 pm
"Hugging you."
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Stephen remains real still and hopes no one murders him.
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"Ruuuss."
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"No, I am not."
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Posted: Sun Mar 04, 2012 10:54 pm
"Why?"
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"It's hard to make friends out here. Want to play horseshoes or something?"
Here comes Liz! She steps out onto the porch and looks at the both of them.
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"What?"
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"Who is?"
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Posted: Sun Mar 04, 2012 11:05 pm
"I want to."
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"Yeah. Sure."
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"Bradley just brought them, okaaay?"
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"Mistress or Master Cervelli."
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Posted: Sun Mar 04, 2012 11:08 pm
"I can't walk like this." She smirks.
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Pout! "You don't really want to."
Liz rubs her forehead. "What are you two doing?"
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"Okaaay." Poke.
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"What is Mistress Cervelli up to?"
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Posted: Sun Mar 04, 2012 11:11 pm
"We should have asked her for chocolate."
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Stephen gives Liz a worried look. "Nothing."
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"Stop poking." More wiggling.
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"She is in the garden."
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Posted: Sun Mar 04, 2012 11:14 pm
"She's going to start bringing food."
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"Yeah. Nothing."
Liz shrugs and keeps on walking!
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"I don't get to talk to you very often."
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"I want to go there."
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