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Posted: Thu Mar 04, 2010 7:41 pm
And there we go. Theory is, as always, airtight.
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Posted: Thu Mar 04, 2010 7:42 pm
*looks up at Powell*
How could you have lost her? Weren't you two just going to the civic center?
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Posted: Thu Mar 04, 2010 7:42 pm
*Walks out of the bathroom freshly changed.*
*Nods to everyone that seemed to have popped out of the wood work and heads behind the bar. Brewing some coffee.*
*Glances over at Cho.* The Juicy Juice is sweet.
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Posted: Thu Mar 04, 2010 7:42 pm
*shakes Brainy*
I HAVE NO TIME FOR THEORIES MAN!!!! I LOST SNOW WHITE!!!
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Posted: Thu Mar 04, 2010 7:43 pm
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Posted: Thu Mar 04, 2010 7:44 pm
*lets Querl go*
She had me fetch her a coffee from Lantern's and when I got back...she was gone! I'm supposed to be watching her! It's my duty as deputy!
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Posted: Thu Mar 04, 2010 7:44 pm
*Turns to look over to Chris and arches a brow.* Where exactly did you loose Snow? Did you make a wrong turn?
Coffee? That's the most obvious trick in the book.
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Posted: Thu Mar 04, 2010 7:45 pm
Chris Powell *lets Querl go* She had me fetch her a coffee from Lantern's and when I got back...she was gone! I'm supposed to be watching her! It's my duty as deputy! Sounds like she was trying to ditch you.
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Posted: Thu Mar 04, 2010 7:45 pm
::Lois starts rummaging behind the bar for anything edible::
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Posted: Thu Mar 04, 2010 7:46 pm
I dunno why...I'm just trying to help.
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Posted: Thu Mar 04, 2010 7:49 pm
The head strong shall find a way. *She shrugs and turns to the coffee pot.*
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Posted: Thu Mar 04, 2010 7:49 pm
Probably doesn't like being baby sat.
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Posted: Thu Mar 04, 2010 7:56 pm
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Posted: Thu Mar 04, 2010 7:57 pm
pfft.. Clark, you need to take me to a REAL restaurant.
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Posted: Thu Mar 04, 2010 8:04 pm
The food is in the kitchen. *Gestures to the door.*
*Pours some coffee into her thermos and screws on the cap.* I wouldn't let it put you down, Powell.
*Walks around the bar.*
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