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Post by Typhoid on Oct 21, 2007 23:39:42 GMT -5
"He would have a bit of trouble with that if I ashed his chair from miles away," she said, feigning an evil laugh.
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Post by Mystique on Oct 21, 2007 23:41:22 GMT -5
She gaped at her in mock-horror. "You would not," she said slowly. She knew Ty was joking, and was trying not to chuckle at the image of her holding a bat and ashing his chair, but him tackling her in desperation anyways.
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Post by Typhoid on Oct 22, 2007 11:50:29 GMT -5
She started laughing, this time in true humor. "There are days..."
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Post by Mystique on Oct 22, 2007 19:45:53 GMT -5
"What?" She asked, trying to hold back a laugh. "There are days when he seems to be inside your head? Oh boy, isn't that terrible," she teased. "You don't deal with that twenty-four seven, my dear."
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Post by Typhoid on Oct 22, 2007 20:21:55 GMT -5
Ty harrumphed, but grinned. "I'd better not. He KNOWS better."
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Post by Mystique on Oct 22, 2007 22:09:00 GMT -5
She returned her grin. "Indeed he does. So, are you going to be in the room with me, when you see your little niece or nephew?"
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Post by Typhoid on Oct 22, 2007 22:40:42 GMT -5
"If you want me there," Ty said, smiling at her.
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Post by Mystique on Oct 24, 2007 21:34:01 GMT -5
"There are certain people I most certainly don't want in that room, but you're not one of them," she said encouragingly.
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