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Post by Seraphim Donnelly-Rousseau on Oct 21, 2008 22:47:01 GMT -4
"No, no way. I'd be one of them.. big yellow dogs, like what 'Bella is. You know, the golden whatchamacallits," Hunter replied firmly, letting her head flop back down onto Sarah's shoulder, snuggling in. "I love my dog.. I hope my parents let me take her, even though they kicked me out.."
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Post by Jude Wainwright on Oct 21, 2008 22:50:58 GMT -4
"Retriever. And I doubt it, Hunt. Where would we put a dog? we don't even have a place."
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Post by Seraphim Donnelly-Rousseau on Oct 21, 2008 23:04:57 GMT -4
Incredibly upset by this revelation, Hunter jerked into a sitting position again, giving Sarah a look that bordered on tears. "But, she.. s-she's so old, she needs me, she's had me forever! We need to find a house for the dog! We can keep her here, she'll sleep on the couch with me, I swear I'll like.. oh man, I'll clean, and everything."
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Post by Jude Wainwright on Oct 21, 2008 23:15:34 GMT -4
Sarah sighed, fingers moving soothingly in Hunters hair. "Hunter, that's exactly why we can't have her. She's old, she needs special care and special food and we can't afford that."
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Post by Seraphim Donnelly-Rousseau on Oct 21, 2008 23:22:51 GMT -4
Lower lip trembling, and eyes watering, Hunter frowned. "Is that what you're gunna say when I get old? That you can't afford me?"
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Post by Jude Wainwright on Oct 22, 2008 9:57:59 GMT -4
Sarah rolled her eyes. "No, that is not what I'll say when you're old. Sheesh. Are you ready to relocate to my room?"
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Post by Hunter Sommer on Oct 22, 2008 13:57:12 GMT -4
"Well, I guess.. as long as it means I'm gunna get lucky?" she suggested, frown immediately upturning into a grin. When it came to her drunken mood swings, Hunter was pliable at best, switching and flopping at the drop of a hat.
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