Eh.
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Thread Topic: Eh.
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Hearing her name yet again, Dianna was jerked out of her thoughts. The words processed in her head as she bit down on her bottom lip, blushing. She nodded as she tried to keep an professional look upon her. "Ex-Excuse m-me." Dianna said quickly walking to her office. Ideas flooded her head as Dianna began writing on her empty sheet of paper. The words just cane to thought as she continued writing. Hand cramping Dianna didn't stop. So many new emotions and so many new wanted experiences flooded in her head as the blush didn't calm but, grew. She could feel her cheeks become warm as Dianna glared at the paper. "Unbelievable." She sighed. Spinning, in her chair, the song was somewhat done. Sighing, Diann stared up at the ceiling and put a hand to her lips. Her nail belonging to her index finger at the tip of her bottom lip. "Why?" She asked herself, frowning.
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Donna finished cleaning and walked home. She made a doll of Miss. Rivers and a doll of the man who made her blush. When she was done it was the middle of the night! So she brushed her teeth and went to bed. The next day it was time for work again! She rode her bike to work and stopped by the dollar store on the way to buy new tools and paint for carving.
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The next morning, Dianna wore herself an nice pair of light blue skinny jeans and a white blouse to match. Her white heels clicking around and about. She was working hard. She had many that of previous songs and brought them in. Turns out it was a lot more than meant to be. She had at least four boxes, all neatly placed and organized. Sighing, Dianna carried the boxes independently until she felt a weight being lifted out of her arms. She looked up and to her surprise there stood the man who made her felt strange. Ashton. Biting her inner cheek, she glared at the man. "What are you doing?" Dianna asked her voice hoarse. "Helping." He replied simply. He continued to work nonetheless as once he was on the last box, Dianna had enough of his 'help'and decided to speak with him. Grabbing his forearm, Dianna looked up at him with her orbs filled with anger but, also confusion. "Stop and do what you're meant to do," She paused, a pink hue dusting her cheeks. "Why are you helping me?" Dianna asked quite curious. "A cute, hardworking lady shouldn't have more things to worry about. Just helping shorten the list is all." He smiled with sweetness and continued onward. A blushing mess, Dianna twirled her hair nervously, as she walked into her office. The boxes were neatly placed beside her desk and not a being to be found. Ashton had gone of to work. It was her turn to and she shouldn't be feeling such.. Affection to a man. Groaning, Dianna got herself straight to work, nothing stopping her.
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