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Post by Damion on Jun 6, 2010 18:46:24 GMT -5
Damion laughed.
"Apparently so."
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Post by Teresa Ann Longbow on Jun 6, 2010 18:51:58 GMT -5
She turned to her counter and put a hand over her stomach. Maybe it wouldn't skip the next generation.
"Oh well. I think that somehow I will survive." She said, dryly.
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Post by Damion on Jun 6, 2010 18:59:29 GMT -5
"I'm sure you can, Life will just be less humorus." He said/
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Post by Teresa Ann Longbow on Jun 6, 2010 19:10:46 GMT -5
"Somehow, I doubt that." She said. Forgetting the postion of her hand, she turned around.
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Post by Damion on Jun 6, 2010 19:11:26 GMT -5
"Either your sick or pregnate." Damion said, looking at her hand.
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Post by Drew Ryuusake on Jun 6, 2010 19:17:00 GMT -5
Drew walked in.
"Hey love." He said, kissing her cheek. He turned to see Greg. Didn't he leave? And weren't they in Isra's apartment?
"Uh..Hi?" He said.
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Post by Damion on Jun 6, 2010 19:18:52 GMT -5
"Hello, So you going to be a Daddy?" he asked. "Cause the girl doesn't look sick."
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Post by Teresa Ann Longbow on Jun 6, 2010 19:27:56 GMT -5
She raised an eyebrow.
"I'm sick." She said. "Stomach flu. Twenty four hour thing."
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Post by Damion on Jun 6, 2010 19:29:31 GMT -5
Damion nodded.
"What ever you say. Tell me when you decide on a name." he said dissappering/
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Post by Teresa Ann Longbow on Jun 6, 2010 19:31:29 GMT -5
She rolled her eyes. And turned to Drew.
"I'm stirring up some cake batter. The right way." She said. "Want some when it's done?"
He nodded and kissed her.
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