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 Posted: Thu Feb 17, 2011 7:32 pm
gonk Oh Iris!
::Hurries to the refrigerator and gives her a glass of Milk::
Chew and swallow, Iris! The cookies aren't going anywhere!
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Posted: Thu Feb 17, 2011 7:34 pm
Aw hell. Your father will kill me if you die because of my food!
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Posted: Thu Feb 17, 2011 7:46 pm
Slowly drinks the milk then looks up at Terry..
"Thank you.."
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Posted: Thu Feb 17, 2011 7:49 pm
You're welcome, sweetheart.
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Posted: Thu Feb 17, 2011 7:51 pm
*goes back to his studying and mumbling*
I will be the new Brainy and then Cassie and Stark can kiss my grits....
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Posted: Thu Feb 17, 2011 7:51 pm
Chris Powell Aw hell. Your father will kill me if you die because of my food!
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Posted: Thu Feb 17, 2011 7:53 pm
Wha? But...
You used to cling to my leg. crying
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Posted: Thu Feb 17, 2011 7:56 pm
Chris Powell Wha? But... You used to cling to my leg. crying
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Posted: Thu Feb 17, 2011 7:58 pm
So I guess you don't want anymore cookies... ninja
*takes away the plate*
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Posted: Thu Feb 17, 2011 8:00 pm
: razz ats Iris's head::
How.. brainy of you, huh Chris?
Taking the poor kid's cookies..
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Posted: Thu Feb 17, 2011 8:00 pm
*Walks up to the bookstore smoking a cig. Exhales slowly as she leans against the wall near the entrance.*
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Posted: Thu Feb 17, 2011 8:03 pm
No cookies! But ... but... but..
*cries* crying crying crying
You're mean!!!
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Posted: Thu Feb 17, 2011 8:05 pm
Of course...I could offer you these new homemade Chocolate Frosted Sugar Bomb Brownies....
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Posted: Thu Feb 17, 2011 8:05 pm
*Flicks the butt of her cig away when she's finished and exhales as she slips into the store.*
*She shoves her hands into her jacket pockets and heads to the back of the store.*
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Posted: Thu Feb 17, 2011 8:07 pm
It'll be you who has to deal with a speedster's sugar rush and crash...
Are you sure there isn't anything else that you like Iris..?
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