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 Posted: Wed May 09, 2007 4:42 pm
((You wrote something and I was listening to HBK's theme song. Coincidence? I think not.))
Rebecca kicked something.
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Posted: Wed May 09, 2007 4:44 pm
((That's my line!))
*Drives to Juvie*
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Posted: Wed May 09, 2007 4:47 pm
((-Copyrights!-))
Rebecca sat down on the swing.
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Posted: Wed May 09, 2007 4:51 pm
I know who did it...It was Lodi and Lenny Lane...they're mad that Christy wouldn't let me be their slave...Bastards...
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Posted: Wed May 09, 2007 4:52 pm
*Arrives*
"GET MY GOD DAMNED SON OUT OF HERE!"
*Pays the bail and grabs cam by the collar, dragging him to the car*
Cam: AAH! AAH!
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Posted: Wed May 09, 2007 4:55 pm
Rebecca throws a ball at the wall and catches it as it bounces back.
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Posted: Wed May 09, 2007 4:56 pm
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Posted: Wed May 09, 2007 4:56 pm
you know what you can hang in my locker room until you get your box or van or whater back
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Posted: Wed May 09, 2007 4:56 pm
*Throws him in the car, front seat.*
Cam: Thanks, dad. I almost got raped.
*Speeds off*
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Posted: Wed May 09, 2007 4:57 pm
Rebecca throws the ball over TO Havok.
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Posted: Wed May 09, 2007 4:59 pm
((YAY! No more slowness and errors!))
*Arrives, gets out of the car*
Cam: *Gets out*
*Grabs Cam by the ear and drags him to rebecca*
Cam: Ow, ow, ow, ow,ow ow.
"Here he is!"
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Posted: Wed May 09, 2007 4:59 pm
"Thank you." Rebecca smiles like nothing happened.
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Posted: Wed May 09, 2007 4:59 pm
*Catches it in his mouth because he's just awsome like that. Brings it back to Rebecca.*
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Posted: Wed May 09, 2007 5:01 pm
"Talk to him about the drugs and stuff."
Cam: *listens while rubbing his earlobe*
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Posted: Wed May 09, 2007 5:03 pm
Rebecca throws the ball again. "Alright. Cameron, drugs are bad, they make you do stupid things, and--" Rebecca looks at Cameron, and it doesn't really look like he's listening. "Girls don't like guys who do drugs." Cameron was listening as soon as she said girls.
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