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First Meeting
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First Meeting pt. 3Smitt walked into the cabin after Sean, observing her surroundings. To the left was was a mini-parlor with an extensive collection of wines and ales behind the table, which was set with tall wooden stools; to her right was an open space on the wooden floor at which the guests danced at. Across from where she and her friend were standing was another doorway, which held the bottom of a staircase, which Smitt assumed to be the way to the second floor.First Meeting pt. 3
Saorise dragged them over to the table, then walked over to the cupboard hanging beside the shelves of alchoholic beverages. She opened the twin doors and searched its contents, decidi
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That BoyI must hate that boy... I shouldThat Boy
There are other guys...
But they're not as cute as him
His wavy hair...
His dark brown eyes...
His gorgeous round face...
Other boys could never compare
Never... never
He even plays the guitar...
That's sexy
He even knows martial arts...
That's sexy
And apparantly...
He's sexy enough to have a girlfriend
And she's not me.
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First Meeting pt.2The sky started to turn dark, a sure sign that it was getting late. Sean thought that getting back to his house wouldn't have taken this long. Had he slowed down for Smitt without realizing?First Meeting pt.2
Smitt sidestepped closer to Sean as they continued to walk. "Do you 'avva fam'ly?"
Sean's ears twitched as he heard faint fiddle music from up ahead-- was it coming from his place? "Aye. A father, a mither, an' a twin sister."
Smitt almost tripped over a protruding rock. Steadying herself, she echoed, "A twin sista! Whassit like havin' a siblin'?"
Sean scoffed. "If'n ye had 'er for a sister ye'd wish t'
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First MeetingSean leaned back against the oak tree, holding parchment and a charcoal stick in his large paws. He sighed, looking up at the small patch of sky that could be seen from the trees circling around him. The fat gray squirrel had been having art block for several days now, no inspiration coming to his normally creative mind. He looked around at his surroundings, seeing only bushes, ferns, and trees. No flowers, which he liked to draw the most, were in sight.First Meeting
"I guess I could practice bush details..." Sean muttered to himself. He started to sketch the outline of a nearby shrub.
This statement caught the attention of a fel
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