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Post by lemonlime on Apr 13, 2006 23:16:38 GMT -5
"Let me guess, you want ... Bacoon?" , "Did I say it right?" She asked. It seemed like she wasnt saying it right. Yet she knew he would know what she was talking about. She stood up and walked up to him.
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Post by Disturbed on Apr 15, 2006 10:23:53 GMT -5
The malamute laughed at his companion, particularly because her assumption was correct. He always wanted bacon, but really any food would do. Chicken was another goody...
"Bacon, me friend, bay-con. Bu' now the question is where ta' find us some...."
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Post by lemonlime on Apr 15, 2006 23:15:53 GMT -5
"Bacon" , "Well my dad always stole sausage from this place down in the market. Maybe "Bacon" will be there" Bridget said with a smile
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Post by Disturbed on Apr 16, 2006 15:16:26 GMT -5
Perking up curiously when she mentioned a place in the market, the malamute sort of lept up in a way, dancing around for a moment on his hind legs before falling back to the ground in a play bow. He was excited now, they were going to find bacon!
"Well 'den, what ar' we waitin' for? To the market!"
Whirling about where he stood, the brute tortted off a little ways at an excited pace, more of a prance than anything...
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Post by lemonlime on Apr 16, 2006 15:20:35 GMT -5
Bridget let out a laugh then called "Hey wait for me" She then sped up to catch him
-Do you wanna make the new post, or do you want me to?-
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Post by Disturbed on Apr 16, 2006 15:27:52 GMT -5
((Ah.. can you do it? I'm a little distracted at the moment...))
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Post by lemonlime on Apr 16, 2006 15:29:07 GMT -5
Yeah
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