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Posted: Sat Oct 08, 2005 3:28 pm
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Posted: Sat Oct 08, 2005 3:46 pm
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Posted: Sat Oct 08, 2005 3:49 pm
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Posted: Sat Oct 08, 2005 3:52 pm
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Posted: Sat Oct 08, 2005 3:56 pm
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Posted: Sat Oct 08, 2005 3:57 pm
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Posted: Sat Oct 08, 2005 3:58 pm
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Posted: Sat Oct 08, 2005 3:59 pm
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Posted: Sat Oct 08, 2005 4:01 pm
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Posted: Sat Oct 08, 2005 4:04 pm
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Posted: Sat Oct 08, 2005 4:04 pm
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You knock on a door, seeing a great banner strung this house about a birthday. When the door opens, you see a thin, tan, brown-haired ten-year-old who has a small party hat tied on her head. She looks tired, yet when she sees you she perks up. "Do come in!" she gushes, tugging you into the room. The frist thing you see is that the little girl must have taken hours to make this place up for guests. You smile warmly, smelling something delightful. As you go through the living room, you see she ladened the plants with confetti, and covered the fan with streamers by the ton. She seats you down on hand-made wooden chair with a bowl in front of you. The good smell washes over you, and you ask what it is. "Why, it's something you'll love," she says sweetly, pouring something into your bowl. You find its all-natural chicken soup, warming you up from the inside, and once you finsh you feel quite full until she places a bar of chocalate in yoor left hand and a hot cup of chocoa in the other. Thanking her warmly, you walk into the living room to find about fifty little blobs sitting on the floor, staring at you with little dot eyes. They are all colors, yet something even odder strikes you; they all have little party hats on and little bubbles with cake or ballons in them floating above them. You hear something behind you, and find that five of them formed a little group with a boombox sitting in the center. Looking closer, you see one- a bold-looking orange one- has a microphone. Straining your ears, you hear a squeak, then rustling; all the blobs have turned to the speaker. Turning back to the group, the bold one made sure they were all listening. He stood up (it looked like it anyway, it was hard to tell) and said, "Meepy! Meep meep sqeep!" They all suddenly started meeping. Amused, you relax, snuggling into the seat. "Ah! I see you're staying!" The girl had walked in, and you asked her to repeat it. "You are staying...?" she repiled uncertenly. You see now: she has a slight Spainish accent. "Oh, nothing," you say, and she plops down beside you.
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Posted: Mon Oct 17, 2005 5:15 pm
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Posted: Fri Oct 28, 2005 12:41 pm
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Posted: Mon Jan 16, 2006 3:56 pm
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