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 Posted: Mon Oct 05, 2009 1:59 pm
class in 2 minutes...and I miss my friend Natalie. sad
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Posted: Mon Oct 05, 2009 2:14 pm
"Go me! Consoling Success!" I purr, jumping into Luna's lap. "Tho... Soul stealing failed... now I'm stuck as one of her kind..."
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Posted: Mon Oct 05, 2009 2:20 pm
I laugh, and pet the cat. "What do you mean you are one of my kind?"
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Posted: Mon Oct 05, 2009 2:26 pm
"LOOK AT ME! I'm a scythe wielding FREAK!" I meow, gnawing on the scythe.
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Posted: Mon Oct 05, 2009 2:45 pm
Paris steals a pretty muffin. It is filled with chocolate-caramel goodness.
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Posted: Mon Oct 05, 2009 2:49 pm
I switch from Luna's lap to Paris' and curl into a cozy ball, a sly smirk on my face, looking at Luna, wondering if she remembers this trick of mine.
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Posted: Mon Oct 05, 2009 2:58 pm
"Hey!" Paris says. "You no get my muffin! My muffin!"
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Posted: Mon Oct 05, 2009 2:58 pm
((-whacks Naro on the head with her own scythe- whadda mean freak? stare ))
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Posted: Mon Oct 05, 2009 3:00 pm
I purr, climbing up Paris' stomach a bit before falling asleep. Seconds later I transform back to my human form, my face only centimeters away from hers.
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Posted: Mon Oct 05, 2009 3:04 pm
"You are stealing my muffin!" yells a paranoid Paris. His face looks like it wants to be a muffin.
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Posted: Mon Oct 05, 2009 3:16 pm
"No I'm not" I smile, licking Paris' cheek. "Not your muffins, just your innocence."
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Posted: Mon Oct 05, 2009 3:19 pm
I hit Naro with my scythe, "Alie and I are not freaks! Scythes rock!"
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Posted: Mon Oct 05, 2009 3:23 pm
"If only you weren't wrong all the time.. i might feel better about myself..." I sigh, hugging Paris and glaring at the girl.
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Posted: Mon Oct 05, 2009 3:24 pm
Paris is mad. "My innocence is made of muffins!" she says. "Do you have scythe that makes muffins?" she asks the other one.
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Posted: Mon Oct 05, 2009 3:26 pm
As Paris looks at Luna, I grabb her muffin and run. "Muhaha! I trickeded you!"
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