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 Posted: Mon Jun 29, 2009 10:55 pm
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Posted: Mon Jun 29, 2009 10:57 pm
Um. Betty? You're not green any more.
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Posted: Mon Jun 29, 2009 10:58 pm
*looks down*
Oh.. when did that happen?
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Posted: Mon Jun 29, 2009 10:58 pm
Betty Ross What kinds of jobs do you have? Bruce and I found a house we love.. it's just out of our price range a little bit. sweatdrop
Well.. it's a clothes designing company.. so picking up phones, designing, sewing.. all the good stuff.
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Posted: Mon Jun 29, 2009 11:00 pm
I can sew and I can be a good receptionist!
My father always wanted me to be a boy. He raised me like a son but when i got into High School, I took a lot of home economics type courses. Maybe it was to spite him?
*shrugs wearily*
Oh dad...
gonk crying
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Posted: Mon Jun 29, 2009 11:04 pm
*Bruce fidgeted at the mention of the General.*
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Posted: Mon Jun 29, 2009 11:05 pm
*snuggles up to Bruce*
Sorry, sweetie. He did awful things, I know but..
*sighs*
Enough about him..
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Posted: Mon Jun 29, 2009 11:21 pm
*falls asleep laying against Bruce*
ZZZzzzzzZZZzzzzz......................
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Posted: Mon Jun 29, 2009 11:22 pm
Well. It's time for one sleepy woman to go to bed. And to do THAT I'll have to take her back to her hotel room.
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Posted: Mon Jun 29, 2009 11:24 pm
*mumbles in her sleep*
No dad.. I don't wanna go to school...
zzzz...............
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Posted: Mon Jun 29, 2009 11:28 pm
*Bruce picks Betty up gently and takes her out through the Bistro's door.*
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Posted: Tue Jun 30, 2009 1:22 pm
*Walks in*
*Goes into the kitchen looking for something to eat*
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Posted: Tue Jun 30, 2009 1:23 pm
*she walks into the bistro and takes a puff of an inhaler.*
*she walks behind the bar and throws the inhaler in the trash.*
*she slips into the kitchen, scowling and glancing at something that isn't there.*
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Posted: Tue Jun 30, 2009 1:28 pm
*Hears the noise coming from the outside and decides to go and see what's it all about but stops as soon as Rose enters the kitchen*
Oh.
Morning.
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Posted: Tue Jun 30, 2009 1:34 pm
*she looks over and nods to him.* Err.. Morning.
*eyes him a few minutes trying to decide if he was really there before grabbing some bread and starts to make a sandwich.*
How are you? Donald is it?
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