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Post by Ashley on Apr 24, 2006 9:58:39 GMT -5
"The fan club part, yes." which caused me to laugh harder.
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Post by Doc on Apr 24, 2006 10:02:14 GMT -5
"% hours of training funny?"
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Post by Ashley on Apr 24, 2006 10:03:00 GMT -5
"No." That sobered me up quickly. "I just couldn't help it. It was there, and you needed a fanclub. Guess who's president?" I chuckled.
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Post by Doc on Apr 24, 2006 10:14:00 GMT -5
"I don't need a fan club. I'm not Superman."
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Post by Ashley on Apr 24, 2006 11:02:49 GMT -5
I laughed harder. "Your better than superman. And plus..." I cleared my throat so it would go a few octives higher, mocking the fan girls. "Your so sexy in your spandex." I had to hold on to the wall so I wouldn't fall over from laughing so hard.
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Post by Doc on Apr 24, 2006 21:54:42 GMT -5
"6 hours."
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Post by Ash on Apr 25, 2006 22:32:13 GMT -5
"You can't deny that you love being Masked Rider."
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Post by Doc on Apr 26, 2006 3:41:33 GMT -5
"Not denying that. But you don't have to make fun of me. He could have chosen you."
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Post by Ash on Apr 26, 2006 22:06:06 GMT -5
"I'm not making fun of you though! I'm making fun of all those people out on the streets who instantly fell in love with you when they saw you save their pathetic exsistance."
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Post by Jessy on Apr 27, 2006 0:53:42 GMT -5
(((Can I join? Pwease?)))
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Post by Doc on Apr 27, 2006 5:45:55 GMT -5
(((Meh, sure. Dragonfly or Scorpion?)))
"And me in the process."
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Post by Ash on Apr 27, 2006 13:46:53 GMT -5
"No, I'm not. But if you feel that way, I'll stop." With a small chuckle, I pulled out a card of my walet and ripped it in half.
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Post by Doc on Apr 27, 2006 16:03:07 GMT -5
"Okay then..."
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Post by Ash on Apr 27, 2006 23:24:16 GMT -5
"That was the erm... memership card for Masked Rider." I took everything I had not to smile again.
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Post by Doc on Apr 28, 2006 3:42:49 GMT -5
"Great," I muttered, walking away.
(((Third person)))
Neither of them noticed the small black and yellow object hovering by the window before it flew away. Maybe it had succeeded, Time would tell.
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