Anyone want to soap?
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Thread Topic: Anyone want to soap?
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"Its Charlotte." Charlotte replied, standing outside the door and crossing her arms.
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"Charlotte?" Max said, looking up at the girl and nodding his head. "Well again, I am Max. Max Edward Ingram." he said to her. "Pleasure to meet you." He spoke, to her.
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"Its my pleasure to meet you too." Charlotte said, in a clear British accent. But of course, she's not British, she's Canadian.
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Max chuckled quietly at her before reaching and grabbing his suitcase. Standing up and laying it near the closet for later. "I do hope we can get along well." he spoke to her, turning aroundto face her again.
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(Sorry!! I never knew you had posted here.)
"We'll see." Charlotte said, as a dark smile grew on her face, "I'm just kidding." She laughed softly, "Of course we'll get along...well." She told him. -
Its alright)
Max chuckled softly and nodded his head. "Of course" he spoke, to her with a smile. He looked away and at his room again before back to her. "Offer three years I havemy own room again." he said with a laugh -
(Thanks for understanding.)
Charlotte chuckled softly, then got confused, "Wait...I don't get it. Explain?" She said to him, stroking her hair out of her face. -
Max stared at Charlotte, before nodding. "Alright. Well-as you know I was in the orphanage place? The room I was in, I shared with two others in there. That's all." he replied to her.
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"Oooh." Charlotte nodded, "I get it now." She said, before turning around, "Have fun while it lasts." She told him, and walked into her room.
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Max looked up and stared at year as she left out of the room and into hers, confused by what she meant by that. Shrugging his shoulders, he decided to go ahead and start putting his things away as he picked up the bag and headed to the closet.
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Charlotte walked into her room that was cluttered with books.
She walked to her table that was right in front of her window. She sat down and gazed at the driveway outside the window. -
Her room was cluttered with story books, but the desk faced the window, away from the mess, overlooking the front garden where she would often find herself staring and thinking of things to do.
(I wanna be more clear on that so...) -
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