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Post by Beth Godric-Black on Aug 21, 2010 12:24:26 GMT -5
She rolled her eyes, "You should have been a poet with words like those." But she did as she was told and took his hand, looking at her Mam. "Lets go get Ais and the kids."
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Post by Hayden Black on Aug 21, 2010 12:34:49 GMT -5
"Your mam can do that-" and he swept her away, vanshin. Beth would pobably always be more like a daghter to him than a neice.
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Post by Beth Godric-Black on Aug 21, 2010 14:34:02 GMT -5
Beth smacked Tristan when they landed, "Jerk." Then she flounced off and went to go sit on Rave's lap. "Grandpere, Uncle Tristan's being mean to me."
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Post by Hayden Black on Aug 21, 2010 16:30:09 GMT -5
"I don't doubt it, but don't think I'm about to defend you, I'm in a bad mood." He warned her.
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Post by Bails on Aug 22, 2010 14:22:16 GMT -5
She kissed his cheek and nudged him, "But I'm your favorite."
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Post by Hayden Black on Aug 22, 2010 15:56:28 GMT -5
"They all say that- " rave grinned boyishly.
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Post by Bails on Aug 23, 2010 10:58:37 GMT -5
She poked him, "Be nice or I'll screw up Grandmere's bedroom plan and you won't like your housemates."
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Post by Hayden Black on Aug 23, 2010 16:11:42 GMT -5
"Trust me, you don't want to fall out with me." He grinned.
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