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Post by James Smith on Dec 16, 2007 17:36:02 GMT
James stood infront of the whomping willow, crossing his arm across his chest, as the other arm's elbow rested opon his arm, and the hand rubbed his chin. He started talking to the tree. ''I think you need a better name.'' James began. ''Yeah, A better more short name then now.'' He was grinning. ''Oh yes. I have got it.'' He stated loudly, the tree didnt move. He stared at it, it was skinnier then he remembered from his last trip to rehab. ''Uh.'' His face twisted up and screamed. ''What have you done to Dane!'' as he started throwing things at the tree, anything that he could find.
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Post by Isabella Parker on Dec 16, 2007 22:21:15 GMT
"You said you read my like a book with pages all torn and frayed..." I sung softly while watching this guy talk to the tree. And people say I'm weird... I shoved my Ipod back into my pocket and shook my head. "You are very weird."
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Post by James Smith on Dec 16, 2007 22:23:51 GMT
James paused in mid throw of a very large rock and looked over to a gal who had called him weird. ''Well, I-uh.'' He sputtered and dropped the rock, and as it landed on his foot and bent over and started jumping up and down. ''Ow, Ow. Ow.'' He repeated holding his foot. ''Stupid Dane impersonator!'' He shouted
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Post by Isabella Parker on Dec 17, 2007 1:14:53 GMT
"I'm sorry, are you okay? And um who is Dane?" I laugh lightly.
~~Sorry I sort of left. I had this Christmas thing I promised I'd do at my church...~~
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