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 Posted: Fri Apr 01, 2011 8:42 pm
Beach House 4
Just like the other beach houses, this home is tucked away in the south-eastern corner of Rose Valley, where the owner can enjoy a gorgeous view of the Ardor Sea.
This home is currently unoccupied.
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Posted: Mon Apr 11, 2011 4:18 pm
Before :: Was sleeping.
Now :: Getting ready for work.
After :: Then it's grindin' time. Working hard, I mean.  The sunlight blossoming through the bedroom window wasn't enough to convince the slumbering blonde to wake and prepare for the day. Groping blindly, Rhys grabbed the first pillow he felt and dragged it over his head, groaning. More sleep sounded nice, but Rhys knew he wasn't about to get it. A dream was at the edge of his mind, and instead of struggling to remember the fuzzy details, he let himself forget, let the dream become a mystery. 'My dreams don't make any ******** sense anyway,' he thought without missing the memory.
The sound of too-long puppy nails against hardwood flooring made Rhys pull the pillow off his head, and he sat up as Sarge, his young German Shepard, came bounding into the room, panting and drooling and way too excited for this early in the morning. Sarge paced back and forth at the edge of the bed, yelping excitedly every few moments. The dog went to Rhys and pawed at him with a canine grin. Rolling his eyes, the blonde pushed the huge shepard's paw off of him and muttered, "Off. Your ********' nails hurt. Off."
Getting out of bed, Rhys went about getting ready. He made the bed (not very well), brushed his teeth, blah blah blah, all while Sarge charged from one end of the hall to the other, nails loud against the hardwood floors; the dog almost sounded like a galloping horse against cobblestone. Rhys kept batting Sarge's paws away, throwing on a tee and comfortable jeans. Sarge came bounding back in at that point, and grabbed a shoe eagerly, shaking it violently back and forth. (This led to a brief wrestling match. Needless to say, Rhys was the victor.) Wearing one slightly damp shoe and one dry, Rhys headed into the kitchen to feed Sarge real quick.
While his dog tore into his bowl of dry kibble, the blonde glanced outside and noticed the cloudy weather. Sighing, he went to the coat closet and shrugged on a light jacket. With a handful of cereal for breakfast, Rhys opened the front door for his dog, who went tearing across the sand. The chef whistled to call the young pup back, then started towards the cafe, popping pieces of cereal into his mouth every few moments. fix me
or
conflict me
I'll - take - anything
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