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Post by Doc on Jan 7, 2006 1:18:16 GMT -5
"Oh this will turn out well," I muttered.
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Post by Jessy on Jan 7, 2006 3:59:41 GMT -5
"Sit DOWN!" Dawn could be incredibly scary sometimes.
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Post by Doc on Jan 7, 2006 4:02:44 GMT -5
"Lord save us from teenagers," That earned me a double glare. So i did something they couldn't expect. Something I'd learnt from sis and perfected on Des.
Puppy Dog Eyes.
(((#XD#)))
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Post by Jessy on Jan 7, 2006 4:31:38 GMT -5
(((You guys are the teenagers. Mine are preteens)))
I shifted, giving him the real thing.
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Post by Doc on Jan 7, 2006 4:34:00 GMT -5
I smiled. "That's it? Try getting it from a two year old. Or a baby. When you're only five yourself. And there's no parents to tell you not to spoil her. Trust me, that's weak in comparison."
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Post by Jessy on Jan 7, 2006 4:41:21 GMT -5
I growled, leaping up and scratching him on the cheek. I have a short fuse.
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Post by Doc on Jan 7, 2006 4:45:46 GMT -5
"And that does what?"
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Post by Jessy on Jan 7, 2006 4:50:54 GMT -5
"Come on Jess, come back to Dawny." I ran back to her juping into her arms. "Honestly, all we did was try to have some fun. Call yourself teenagers. You're middle aged and you aren't even twenty." Dawn turned and headed back up to her room.
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Post by Doc on Jan 7, 2006 4:58:08 GMT -5
"Ugh," I said, laying down flat. "They have no idea. I was middle aged at ten."
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Post by Jessy on Jan 7, 2006 5:02:01 GMT -5
"And now, we sulk." Dawn nodded and we sat on her bed.
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Post by Doc on Jan 7, 2006 5:04:45 GMT -5
"So, what now?"
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Post by Jessy on Jan 7, 2006 5:06:48 GMT -5
(((*sulk*)))
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Post by Nicki on Jan 7, 2006 13:23:32 GMT -5
"Something that doesn't involve party games?" I asked hopefully. "The moment someone mentions Seven Minutes in Heaven, I'm so outta here."
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Post by Doc on Jan 7, 2006 18:17:19 GMT -5
"I don't want to know," I said. "Are we going to kill the demon gys or what?"
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Post by Jessy on Jan 8, 2006 14:04:14 GMT -5
"Do we continue sulking?"
"Nah, let's just ignore them. We can talk. Now, what's this about your Dad that you keep hinting at?"
"Thank God. I needed someone to talk to. Unfortunately Doc is all, 'blah blah blah, my needs, my life is worse'."
"Right, first your Dad, then your budding Doc-Hatred."
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