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 Posted: Sat Jun 27, 2009 6:25 pm
It's not all about sex! *Turns and shoves his brother as hard as he can away from the stove* I am so sick of you throwing it in my face! I'm not happy with any of it. *Shoves him again, hissing* Stop ignoring me!
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Posted: Sat Jun 27, 2009 6:52 pm
I'll stop throwing it in your face when you stop being your mother! *Wrenches away before Dame can continue to shove him, storming from the kitchen*
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Posted: Sat Jun 27, 2009 6:54 pm
*Yells after him* Maybe I should just be her!! She's the only one happy with herself!
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Posted: Sat Jun 27, 2009 6:56 pm
I'm sure you take PRIDE in being a spoiled SLUT!
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Posted: Sat Jun 27, 2009 6:57 pm
Just as much as you take pride in being a MARTYR!
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Posted: Sat Jun 27, 2009 6:58 pm
I'd LOVE being a bloody martyr! At least I'd be appreciated as more than a wanking fantasy in the AFTERLIFE!
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Posted: Sat Jun 27, 2009 7:00 pm
*Opens his mouth to scream back at him, but lets it shut, staring at the floor for a moment* .....
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Posted: Sat Jun 27, 2009 7:03 pm
*Pauses just as he reaches the curved stairs, disturbed by the lack of shrieked response; lets his eyes close briefly as he sighs, moving to return to the kitchen*
You're infuriating, Dame.
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Posted: Sat Jun 27, 2009 7:06 pm
*Pushes his hair out of his face, stepping so he's in the doorway*
I'm not sorry.
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Posted: Sat Jun 27, 2009 7:07 pm
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Posted: Sat Jun 27, 2009 7:09 pm
Finish cooking so we can lay down...... Please?
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Posted: Sat Jun 27, 2009 7:11 pm
Go upstairs, I changed my bedding to the downy blanket; I'll bring something up for you to eat. Fruit?
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Posted: Sat Jun 27, 2009 7:13 pm
Whatever you'll share with me....*Makes to go up there, but pauses and goes back to pick up the cat he had before, taking her upstairs with him*
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Posted: Sat Jun 27, 2009 7:15 pm
Grapes then. *Murmurs to himself as he returns to cooking, avoiding stepping on half a dozen mewing cats*
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Posted: Sat Jun 27, 2009 7:16 pm
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