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2/29/2016 6:52:32 PM
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She comes back. "Why the floor?"
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"Comfortable enough, I don't ask for a lot..."
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"Alright then."
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"What were you doing in the other room, if you don't mind me asking."
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"It's the bathroom, what do you think."
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"Ooh.... I see.. Well, not literally... But y'know... Bleh.. [spoiler]( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)[/spoiler]
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"Yeah..."
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"So... What now..."
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"Well I have nothing else today actually. You?"
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"Nope, nothing."
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She flops onto her bed. "I'm gonna read then." She grabs a book and digs into it.
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"I'll play with my gun then..." [b]He flips his gun out of its holster, and catches it before flipping the mag out, pulling back which makes the loaded bullet pop out, and he then starts toying with it. [/b]
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"Don't shoot anything."
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"Right.... Because that's possible without bullets...."
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"Hey ya never know."
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"Magic? Illuminati? The power of a teen who's high on hormones and basically horny at all times? Blame the hormones on the last option..."
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"True, those do things to you."
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"It's awful sometimes..."
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"I feel like this conversation is taking a bad turn."
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"Oh?"
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"Yeah."
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[b]He shrugs and continues to fiddle with his gun. [/b]
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She gets into her book.
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[b]He fiddles in one of his many pockets, and pulls a grenade like object out.[/b]
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"Don't blow us up."
