[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 300px; color: none; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 100%; text-align: justify;]"Mhmph, what...?" She asked, opening one eye as his saliva ran down her neck and she tensed up, sitting up. "Ah! You're so gross." She said, but laughed.
"Wait, it's like... midnight."
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 300px; color: none; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 100%; text-align: justify;]"Mmph. You're weird." Marcella said, getting up and grabbing ingredients out of a basket.
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 300px; color: none; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 100%; text-align: justify;]As he nommed on her, she just laughed. "Sure, cute dog." Marcella looked at him. "Where do you live?"
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 300px; color: none; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 100%; text-align: justify;]She got hit, and whined. "O-Ow, that hurt! Y-You dog..." She muttered, beginning to cry.
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 300px; color: none; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 100%; text-align: justify;]"I have no idea what that means, so I'm gonna nod." She nodded.
She threw the vegetables in the soup. "Does it need more cabbage?"
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 300px; color: none; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 100%; text-align: justify;]"Gotcha." She said, shredding some lettuce into the soup. "It's gonna taste really good."
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 300px; color: none; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 100%; text-align: justify;]"Nice." She smiled, hopping down. "Why are we having soup for breakfast?"
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She continued to cry, but faked her tears, seeing where it was going. "You big mean dog..."
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 300px; color: none; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 100%; text-align: justify;]"Ah, I'm Marcella!" The girl said, trotting over.
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 300px; color: none; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 100%; text-align: justify;]Marcella was idly reading some cheesy romance novel about shades of grey, and she yawned. Blizzardclan was nice and calm, but kinda boring at the same time. Did her fiery, Italian spirit long for something exciting? Who knew.
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 300px; color: none; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 100%; text-align: justify;]"No, you can't read this!" She would then toss the book behind her, and kicked dirt over it. She returned to her spot.
"Uh, how's it going?"
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 300px; color: none; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 100%; text-align: justify;]What luck was she having with men? None! She offered a smile towards her big fluffy friend. "Ah, I think I've met them all already."
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 300px; color: none; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 100%; text-align: justify;]"Gambling? I'm guessing apprentices can't come along." Marcella would speak, making her way over.
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 300px; color: none; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 100%; text-align: justify;]perhaps marcella could do it? shes kinda young but very sweet
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 300px; color: none; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 100%; text-align: justify;]"O-Okay..." She sobbed, shaking her head and then smiled. Of course he wouldn't know it was fake. "So, do you have anything to eat here?"
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 300px; color: none; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 100%; text-align: justify;]"A book. That Jacques is not allowed to read." She smiled, heavy Italian accent dripping on her tongue. "Never mind that, though. How have you been doing, Tama?"
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 300px; color: none; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 100%; text-align: justify;]"Eh.. is that safe to eat? My dad said not to eat stuff like that, but to give it to him." She tilted her head.
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 300px; color: none; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 100%; text-align: justify;]"Not that book. Mmm, I might have a better book for you." She said, going into her satchel, and pulling out The Very Hungry Caterpillar.
"Uh, this is a good book." She offered it to him.
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 300px; color: none; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 100%; text-align: justify;]"Ah... I don't speak francais." She tilted her head. "I speak italiano."
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 300px; color: none; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 100%; text-align: justify;]"It's drugs!" She thought, used to her dad's way.
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