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Post by Desdemona on Nov 24, 2005 20:15:54 GMT -5
"Yes. I am." Cole said, sighing. "I'm afraid to, for, if Hyde knew, he'd do something terrible to us."
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Post by Kale on Nov 25, 2005 9:49:45 GMT -5
Timmery sighed aswell. "Yeah, I guess he would."
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Post by Desdemona on Nov 25, 2005 9:59:50 GMT -5
Cole burried his face in the back of her neck.
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Post by Kale on Nov 25, 2005 10:03:39 GMT -5
"Cole, cut that out. It tickles!"
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Post by Desdemona on Nov 25, 2005 10:04:22 GMT -5
"But it's warm." Cole protested.
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Post by Kale on Nov 25, 2005 10:07:52 GMT -5
Timmery turned around to face him. "Yeah, but it tickles."
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Post by Desdemona on Nov 25, 2005 10:08:42 GMT -5
Cole pouted. "Alright..."
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Post by Kale on Nov 25, 2005 10:13:17 GMT -5
Timmery narrowed her eyes at him. "Oh, stop with the pouting."
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Post by Desdemona on Nov 25, 2005 10:15:17 GMT -5
Cole smiled. "Why so demanding?"
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Post by Kale on Nov 25, 2005 10:22:11 GMT -5
"Because I can be. Not like you can stop me from doing so."
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Post by Desdemona on Nov 25, 2005 10:23:37 GMT -5
"True." Cole said, shrugging.
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Post by Kale on Nov 25, 2005 10:28:05 GMT -5
Timmery smiled, kissing his cheek. "Because I'm a princess, and your not."
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Post by Desdemona on Nov 25, 2005 10:36:23 GMT -5
Cole hugged her. "Yes you are."
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Post by Kale on Nov 25, 2005 10:39:10 GMT -5
Timmery hugged him back. "You're not a princess, but you are my prince."
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Post by Desdemona on Nov 25, 2005 10:52:56 GMT -5
Cole kissed her. "If you wish it."
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Post by Kale on Nov 25, 2005 10:56:48 GMT -5
Timmery returned the kiss. "That I do."
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Post by Desdemona on Nov 25, 2005 11:03:54 GMT -5
"I am William Shakespeare, you are my Princess Viola." Cole said, smirking.
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Post by Kale on Nov 25, 2005 11:10:10 GMT -5
Timmery tilted her head. "And, what's the smirk for? Do you know something I don't?"
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Post by Desdemona on Nov 25, 2005 11:13:44 GMT -5
"We're just like them." Cole told her.
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Post by Kale on Nov 25, 2005 11:15:19 GMT -5
"How so?" Timmery asked, tilting her head in the opposite direction.
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