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Post by Jacqueline on Oct 29, 2006 22:12:03 GMT -5
Ana didn't see what the big deal was. It was a hamster. If it had been a cat or a dog or something, then she'd understand better, but it was a rodent that bit everybody. And what good times? All the times that the bloody thing squealed when you held it? All the good times that it stunk up the room? All the good times it bit people?
Sam just nodded.
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Post by Chelsea on Oct 30, 2006 6:03:51 GMT -5
"Well, I better be off. I got stuff to do." he muttered, once again in his bitter, cold tone. He turned to walk to his car.
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Post by Jacqueline on Oct 30, 2006 16:38:54 GMT -5
Thank you. Ana said to Sawyer.
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Post by Chelsea on Oct 30, 2006 16:52:14 GMT -5
Sawyer just looked at her and walked away. He didn't do anything spectacular. He never did anything spectacular. Nothing he ever did was worth a thank you.
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Post by Jacqueline on Oct 30, 2006 17:04:37 GMT -5
Ana thought that that was worth thanking. He had been so nice to Sam, and made her feel better.
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Post by Chelsea on Oct 30, 2006 17:17:03 GMT -5
Sawyer got into his car and drove back home. He always acted really cocky and arrogant but he really wasn't. In fact, he had a very low opinion of himself. He never felt good enough.
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Post by Jacqueline on Oct 30, 2006 17:25:29 GMT -5
While we're out, do you want to go to McDonald's or someplace for supper? Ana asked Sam. Sam nodded, Can I get a happy meal? She asked. Sure. Ana said.
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