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Post by Race on Oct 17, 2007 16:45:26 GMT -5
Max jumped up there,sitting on the remote so Gabe couldn't touch it.
"Max.." Kayla warned,looking over from the computer, "Leave Gabe alone."
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Post by Brooklyn on Oct 17, 2007 17:06:48 GMT -5
Gabe looked at the cat then returned his stare to the tv.
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Post by Race on Oct 17, 2007 17:09:05 GMT -5
Max set his gold eyes on Gabe,staring at him then hissed,running off down the hallway.
Kayla smirked,hitting the print button as she finished the article.
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Post by Brooklyn on Oct 17, 2007 17:26:40 GMT -5
The apartment was quiet for a few short moments until a loud scream could be heard from the bathroom.
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Post by Tellie on Oct 17, 2007 18:21:46 GMT -5
"WHAT?!" Tellie screamed, opening her bedroom door while pulling a clean t-shirt over her head. "WHO'S SCREAMING?!"
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Post by Race on Oct 18, 2007 16:45:07 GMT -5
Max came prancing out of Brooklyns bedroom,a slight happy look on his fuzzy face. He slipped between Tellie's legs and into her bedroom.
Kayla jumped, "What's wrong?" she said,going back to Brooklyn's room.
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Post by Brooklyn on Oct 18, 2007 18:10:08 GMT -5
Brooklyn was standing on top of her bed, staring, wide eyed, at a huge, fuzzy spider on the floor beside her bed.
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Post by Race on Oct 18, 2007 18:20:32 GMT -5
Kayla sighed,seeing the spider, killed it,then walked out muttering, "Drama queen."
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Post by Brooklyn on Oct 18, 2007 18:43:19 GMT -5
"I hate spiders. I hate spiders. I hate spiders. I hate spiders." Brooklyn muttered, still wide-eyed.
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Post by Tellie on Oct 18, 2007 18:43:57 GMT -5
Tellie shuddered - she hated spiders, too - and walked back into her room.
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Post by Race on Oct 18, 2007 18:46:51 GMT -5
Kayla sighed, stapling her work together and shoving it into her portfolio. "Tellie" she singsonged, "I love you...can you do something for me?"
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Post by Brooklyn on Oct 18, 2007 18:50:47 GMT -5
Brooklyn had a death grip on the head board of her bed.
Gabe came in the room and stared at her for a second before walking over, stepping up on the bed, and trying to pry her hands loose. "Brook....let go!"
Brooklyn's hands jerked loose and they both fell backwards onto the bed, bouncing up and rolling off. Gabe fell on top of Brooklyn "Ouch..." she muttered. "Gabe get off me."
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Post by Tellie on Oct 18, 2007 18:55:21 GMT -5
"Depends....what's the favor?" Tellie called back.
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Post by Race on Oct 19, 2007 17:17:15 GMT -5
"Can you drop me off at my work on your way to your work please? " Kayla asked, "George is low on gas and I gotta turn this in,it wouldn't take a minute!"
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Post by Race on Oct 26, 2007 19:30:38 GMT -5
((SOMEONE POST! TELLIE IT'S YOUR TURN!!))
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