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Post by Lynn Nightshade on Oct 3, 2004 14:03:23 GMT -5
Nah Rubes and I are still teenagers. We've got one more year. I'd better make it count.
*plucks a chocoball from the closest bush to her and throws it at Rubes* Of course I had a good birthday. What would make you think I didn't?
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Post by hermoine on Oct 3, 2004 14:07:52 GMT -5
*checks calender* Oh right! I have misread what Pkia wrote. Sorry.
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Post by Lynn Nightshade on Oct 3, 2004 20:11:17 GMT -5
It's ok. I actually feel much older for my age actually. Must be cause I'm quite mature
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Post by hermoine on Oct 4, 2004 10:12:07 GMT -5
And you are my dear Lynn.
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Post by Rubes on Oct 4, 2004 20:26:04 GMT -5
"And Herm got calendar wrong! Argh! Quick! Get the spelling book out! "
*Pulls a large book out of the back of his storage pants (See Izzy for details )*
"Let's see....let's see...."
*Slams book onto a table, and flicks through it*
calender (1), noun, verb. noun 1. a machine in which cloth, paper, or similar material is smoothed and glazed by pressing between rollers.
calendar, noun, adjective, verb. noun 1. a table showing the months, weeks, and days of the year. A calendar shows the day of the week on which each day of the month falls.
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Post by hermoine on Oct 5, 2004 9:03:46 GMT -5
What?
*grabs Rubes's book and studies it for a very long time, growing redder and redder by the second*
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Post by Lynn Nightshade on Oct 5, 2004 10:03:07 GMT -5
*throws another chocoball at Rubes* You just have to be a know-it-all, don't you?
*looks around* Hey, where's Izzy with my special "gifts"? I thought she'd be here by now.
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Post by hermoine on Oct 6, 2004 8:40:38 GMT -5
Nah don't worry. It's for my own good really.
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Post by Lynn Nightshade on Oct 6, 2004 10:12:35 GMT -5
I know, but he still doesn't have to be such a know-it-all. It's that damn ego of his, I'm telling you.
*plucks a chocoball and pops it in her mouth*
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Post by hermoine on Oct 6, 2004 10:31:22 GMT -5
*turns to him* Rubes, why so quiet?
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Post by Lynn Nightshade on Oct 6, 2004 10:34:27 GMT -5
Yeah. It's not like you to be so quiet. What gives?
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Isbister15
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Post by Isbister15 on Oct 9, 2004 23:42:24 GMT -5
*enters room dragging a very large and very wiggly sack* Perhaps Rubes is a little cranky because I believe I saw a cricket jump down his storage pants when he pulled the dictionary out. Hello all! I've finally made my way to the party. Sorry it took me so long. *turns to Lynn* Happy Birthday, buckaroo! Here, as I promised, is your gift. I tell ya, these boys sure are squirmy! And, for some reason, they keep trying to escape. That gold medal winning one already chewed through three layers of duct tape. But here they are. Do you want to open the bag here, or would you rather take them home like this? *muffled grumbling from inside the sack*
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Post by Lynn Nightshade on Oct 10, 2004 0:41:01 GMT -5
*giggles like a school girl* Oh I hope this is what you promised me Izz, and of course I'm gonna open it here. Can ya help me out though Izzy, please?
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Post by hermoine on Oct 10, 2004 11:59:27 GMT -5
*looks at the bag curiously, wondering what is inside. Whatever it is, it sounds human. She doesn't think she ever heard of an animal winning a gold medal. *
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Post by Isbister15 on Oct 10, 2004 19:52:45 GMT -5
*gets a firm grip on one end of the sack* Of course I'll help you with this, Lynn. Where exactly would you like to open it? The boys might scamper like scared mice when they're finally freed from the bag, so perhaps we should lock the doors first. *sees the curious look on Hermione's face* Don't worry, Herm. The gift is human, but I don't think it's dangerous.
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