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 Posted: Thu Mar 15, 2012 10:33 pm
"<******** you," Clerise replied icily, disgusted with the state of herself here, okay? Okay. "It decided it was done! Apparently! IT came after me. HOW DID SUGAR COME AFTER ME. I JUST WANTED COOKIES."
Clerise waved her arms in frustration, flinging some chocolatey...sugary.......whatever everywhere as it sloughed off her clothes. "And why is there an ironing board! ARE YOU GOING TO IRON THE GOOP?"
The worst part was that Julie looked...
Well.
Completely content with the situation.
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Posted: Thu Mar 15, 2012 10:51 pm
"Oh, that's what it's called!" Julie beamed proudly as she flipped the ironing board upside down, so that its board side was flat against some of the goop, and cranked its "legs" upwards. "I couldn't figure out what it was at first, I thought it was for scratching your back."
She gave it a little look, and with very thoughtful, careful consideration, untied her apron and hung it on the leg of the ironing board. "That's strange, do you think it just irons itself?"
The Moon Hunter seemed to have forgotten about the cooking incident entirely.
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Posted: Thu Mar 15, 2012 11:03 pm
Her lower eyelid twitched. Holy s**t, man. She was sheltered, but goddaaaaaaaaaamn.
"Please, Julie," Clerise said, absolutely incredulous. "Was it a sedimentary or an igneous rock that you live under?"
"I. I am just."
Deep breaths, Clerise Nicole. You could do this. For real. For really real. "I," she continued, very slowly, as if she was speaking to a toddler. "Am going to go shower. Have a...well. Have a day of some sort." She didn't feel kind enough to wish her a good one.
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