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 Posted: Fri Sep 26, 2014 5:54 pm
just in case (friday morning)kuroopu Text to Actual 5 Year Old Ian:Just remember what I said. Quote: Text to Actual 5 Year Old Ian:I'll take payment in the form of orange cappuccino chip, lemon coconut, or buttered toffee pecan cookies.
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Posted: Fri Sep 26, 2014 6:24 pm
something borrowed, something blue (monday afternoon)Lilwolfpard Text to Quinntuplet:...I forgot about that THANKS FOR THE REMINDER Quote: Text to Quinntuplet:yes please!! I need it for friday, if you don't mind Quote: Text to Quinntuplet:a lot smile
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Posted: Fri Sep 26, 2014 6:25 pm
just in case (friday morning)medigel Text to Jack of All Trades:I remember, thanks man, you're the best Quote: Text to Jack of All Trades:duly noted!
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Posted: Fri Sep 26, 2014 8:14 pm
our love is like a red, red rose (friday afternoon)
He tried to write a letter, but it was a terribly cheesy letter, and he wound up scrapping it after the first several lines. Ian had never been particularly prolific when it came to writing (his papers had mostly been a combination of extensive research, rearranging and reordering things he'd already said, and a generous helping of BS), and most of the time his letters to people involved a great deal more swear words than he actually said aloud (he'd been much better at history and literature classes, while average in math and science).
Still, he couldn't not write something, so Ian tried again after a short break.
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Posted: Fri Sep 26, 2014 8:17 pm
our love is like a red, red rose (friday afternoon)
Writing poetry was hard; even harder than Ian had originally anticipated, and after six separate tries to write something that did not involve rhyming moon and noon in June, he decided that maybe poetry was not quite the way to go in terms of this evening.
He also may or may not have started to panic now.
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Posted: Fri Sep 26, 2014 8:22 pm
remember remember (friday late afternoon)
Ian sat on the edge of the bed he shared with Shiloh and tried very hard not to overthink things, because overthinking things had never gotten anyone anywhere except to a more stressful point. And considering he was already stressed as all hell (it seemed unavoidable), now was not the time to get even more stressed.
Ian took a deep breath, reminded himself about what Jack had said and that he shouldn't be nervous, and tried to steady himself.
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Posted: Fri Sep 26, 2014 8:27 pm
don't worry, be happy (friday evening)
He had the little box all wrapped up in a bow and tucked away in a safe place. He had the flowers, the music, the suit. He had the time and the place reserved, the portal already ready and waiting. A black bag with a few important things in it, his cell phone to take pictures.
And finally, finally, it seemed everything was ready.
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