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Post by Harper on Mar 2, 2010 19:28:06 GMT -5
"I know someone who has the worst accent possible. I'll introduce you two and you have to find at least three people who likes his accent. If you can, you decide what you win. If you can't, I'll decide what I won." He said.
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Post by Saffron on Mar 2, 2010 19:36:29 GMT -5
Saffron smiled.
"Okay," Ron said. "Who is this friend? Where is he from? Why is his accent so bad?"
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Post by Harper on Mar 2, 2010 19:39:04 GMT -5
"His name is Ewan. He has a similar accent to his mother, who, no offense to her, she's a wonderful woman, sounds like she's gagging with every word she says. He has that as well, but he got a few of the bad accent traits from Kyyra as well. So no one can understand half the things he says." He said.
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Post by Saffron on Mar 2, 2010 19:51:33 GMT -5
"He should learn French." Ron muttered. "Okay! I will find three people that love his accent... Do I have a time limit?" Saffron was willing to go for a year trying to find someone that loved Ewan's accent, just to not be proven wrong.
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Post by Harper on Mar 2, 2010 20:23:05 GMT -5
"Hmmm...One week from the time you meet him." He said. "I think that should be enough time to find someone who likes his accent. But that person can't be related to him or have previously known him. "
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Post by Saffron on Mar 2, 2010 20:41:00 GMT -5
Saffron nodded. "Okay!" she said. "I don't count do i?"
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Post by Harper on Mar 2, 2010 20:56:02 GMT -5
"Nope!" He said. "Of course, I can give you a list of people who count. That way you can track the liars. But that's alot of work and I'm on vacation."
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Post by Saffron on Mar 3, 2010 6:19:52 GMT -5
Ron frowned in thought.
"Hmmm..... That is a lot of work for a soldier on leave." she said. "How about I can tell you the names of those I asked that said yes, and you can tell me if they count or not."
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Post by Harper on Mar 3, 2010 15:57:48 GMT -5
He shrugged.
"Ok, fine by me. I can take you to meet him now, if you want. Or some other day." He said. "Of course, you probably still want to go see your parents."
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Post by Saffron on Mar 3, 2010 16:12:34 GMT -5
Saffron thought for a second.
"Now works for me." she said.
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Post by Harper on Mar 3, 2010 16:22:24 GMT -5
He grabbed her hand and pulled her along to meet his friend with the terrible accent. He didn't live too far away, so they got there in under ten minutes. He knocked on the door and Ewan answered.
"Wes? Havpev, whw ave wou heve?" He asked. "Who iz thiz?
"This is Saffron." He said, introducing her to his good friend. "Saffron, this is Ewan. Ewan Checavsky."
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Post by Saffron on Mar 3, 2010 16:30:48 GMT -5
Saffron smiled.
"Bonjour!" she said. "Nice to meet you!" She took note of the accent. It was bad. But she was determined.
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Post by Harper on Mar 3, 2010 16:40:10 GMT -5
He filled Ewan in on the bet, who just laughed. He was used to it.
"Zo vou tink that vou can find zomeone whw likez me accent?" Ewan asked. "Dood luck."
Harper winked and mouthed: "Told you so."
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Post by Saffron on Mar 3, 2010 16:48:59 GMT -5
Saffron just smiled.
"I'll find them," she said with confidence.
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Post by Harper on Mar 3, 2010 16:55:07 GMT -5
"I'm sure you will. You have a week from today. Feel free to start whenever." Harper said.
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