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Post by rachel on Feb 1, 2011 19:30:44 GMT -7
"You sure you don't mind?" he asked
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Post by Vendetta on Feb 3, 2011 23:51:26 GMT -7
I'm sure. It's leftovers. So bring your antacids.
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Post by rachel on Feb 4, 2011 5:07:28 GMT -7
he chuckled, alright then
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Post by Vendetta on Feb 7, 2011 14:58:55 GMT -7
She grinned and headed back up to the house. She stank like a polecat so before heating up the leftover shepherd's pie she washed up and changed her shirt.
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Post by rachel on Feb 7, 2011 17:11:57 GMT -7
He had went and washed up in the bunk house and changed his shirt as well then headed for the main house.
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Post by Vendetta on Feb 7, 2011 18:04:52 GMT -7
Alex had her head in the fridge, more to cool off in the searing heat than to locate food. She straightened with two beers when she heard him come in. Whenever your sister gets done we'll eat.
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Post by rachel on Feb 7, 2011 18:12:26 GMT -7
He nodded, I left a note in the bunk house, I saw her un saddling KC on my way up here.
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Post by Vendetta on Feb 21, 2011 3:01:19 GMT -7
Alex didn't take the leftovers out because the flies would have honed in on them in seconds. Instead she shut the fridge door and plonked herself down in a chair.
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Post by rachel on Feb 21, 2011 5:44:19 GMT -7
He walked over and sat in another.
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Post by Vendetta on Mar 3, 2011 22:29:40 GMT -7
She slid him a beer across the table, almost toppling the bottle.
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Post by rachel on Mar 4, 2011 14:19:17 GMT -7
he grabbed it before it fell
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Post by Vendetta on Mar 10, 2011 0:04:37 GMT -7
She smiled. Sorry. Bit of a clutz.
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Post by rachel on Mar 11, 2011 13:55:23 GMT -7
He grinned "No problem."
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Post by Vendetta on Mar 11, 2011 17:44:26 GMT -7
She grinned and took a swig, kicking her boots off and propping her feet on the rough-hewn table.
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Post by rachel on Mar 13, 2011 15:26:50 GMT -7
He took a pull from his own beer
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