...And why me?
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Thread Topic: ...And why me?
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*huffs, crossing his arms* You're a mean friend.
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Iann: And I wouldn't call it a picnic, anyways. Just a huge group of people, fighting against each other, and everyone else betting on a winner. *messes up his hair* Mom said we couldn't go, anyway. *disappears*
Olive, Iann was kidding. He's weird. I'm not mean..Just haven't really gotten used to things. I've been away from nearly fifteen years now. I really am your friend though. Now tell me what you've been- Oh! Its a girl, isn't it? -
*avoids the question* I love cake. Yeah. Cake is gooood. ^-^'
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It is! What's her name?! Olive~ That is so cute! *picks him up, twirling around* Almost as cute as Rabbit and Kallen. *pats his head*
Kallen: Hey! *huffs* Rabbit's the cute one. Boy's aren't cute. Silly girl. -
I said cake not giiiirrls. Girls are nasty. D: *total lie*
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Olive's got a girlfriend~! I'll just go tell..everybody. *disappears*
Kallen: Well. She's got you tagged. :I -
No! *falls down, frowning* Stop her. Somebody. Stop heerr.
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*laughs loudly* You can't stop AJ. Poor boy. Soooo. Who is she, hm?
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I'm not tellliiiing. The only person who knows is Verse. The only person I'll tell is Janny. *flicks his pocket knife open, stabbing the floor*
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Hey! Knock that off! The floor never did anything bad to you!
Justin: You two, you and Verse. You're very close to my mother, aren't you? -
I'm taking out my anger by stabbing it! *continues then stops, looking up* Yeah.. We are. Well, though Verse hasn't been around her as much as I do now. Why?
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*drops the knife, standing up* What? What do you mean? Tell me. What's going to happen. I need to know. She's not going to get hurt, right? Where is she now?
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*sighs* Not this again. Someone is out to get them, aren't they?
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Don't call me Edward. And why not? Are you going to tell us after they're dead?
Olive: Nooo not my family. *freaks out* -
*mutters*
Olive: Jan! *clings*
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