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Post by Pan on Sept 19, 2006 19:31:38 GMT -5
Pan:ALY KIDS IN ROOM!
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Post by Hope/Aly on Sept 19, 2006 19:33:14 GMT -5
but he is! (whine)
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Post by Nadir on Sept 19, 2006 19:36:04 GMT -5
Nadir abrputly grabs onto a very stiff, tense looking Erik, "Sorry babe, I'm only his slut." ".............................................................." O.O (is the only way to put it) "GET OFF OF ME!" He throws Nadir back into the lake with a very sudden, smooth throw. Small bubbles form from where Nadir landed.
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Post by Pan on Sept 19, 2006 19:36:17 GMT -5
Pan: Don't let him know the truth. Mya: Rorg. Loser. Don't swear around my kid!
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Post by Hope/Aly on Sept 19, 2006 19:37:26 GMT -5
i'm not swearing im speaking the truth
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Post by Pan on Sept 19, 2006 19:38:31 GMT -5
Mya: I don't care! She has to deal with that enough around her father! *Covers Myra's ears* Myra: Who did what now? Pan: Where did my kids go...? I hope their not going to try topoke the organ again...
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Post by Hope/Aly on Sept 19, 2006 19:39:14 GMT -5
ok i gotta go now...............bye everyone i luv you
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Post by Pan on Sept 19, 2006 19:40:28 GMT -5
Mya: I hate you. *Uncovers Myra's ears* Myra: Mommy, why do you do that? Daddy says bad words plenty!
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Post by Nadir on Sept 19, 2006 19:50:23 GMT -5
"exactly the point. We wish you not to deal with more in your innocence. Fair well to thee, Alyson," Erik takes a random guess at Aly's real name, and tries to pull it off with all the sauveness he can plunder.
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Post by Pan on Sept 19, 2006 19:52:29 GMT -5
Mya: that was pointless. Myra: Where's Lunetta? I wanna play with her! Pan: Good luck finding her.
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Post by Seven on Sept 19, 2006 20:36:05 GMT -5
wow, a lot happened.
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Post by Renee Jacobson on Sept 20, 2006 20:42:26 GMT -5
"Like it doesn't normally?" Sighs and goes to make some tea.
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Post by Seven on Sept 21, 2006 13:06:19 GMT -5
"You know, it really hasn't..."
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Post by The Imfamous AKA on Sept 21, 2006 14:41:01 GMT -5
Mya: Not really that much... Myra: *Begins gnawing on Mya's hand* Mya: *Does nothing about it*
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Post by Renee Jacobson on Sept 21, 2006 15:31:38 GMT -5
Comes back pushing a tea cart that is filled with pots of hot water, coffee, and hot chocolate. A selection of tea is sitting neatly in baskets, and cups are stacked neatly along the lower part of the cart.
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