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Post by Hannah on Feb 24, 2007 15:58:47 GMT
"Do you want breakfast?" I ask him as I walk over to the closet. I take off my nighty when I am there, dropping it on the chair next to the coset before starting to look for the clothes I will wear today.
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Post by Jacky on Feb 24, 2007 16:31:17 GMT
"I bet your fridge is empty." I assume, considering she hasn't been here in days. "But we can go out for breakfast?" I suggest. I sit down on the matress to put on my shoes. As I do I watch her though, as she carefully selects her outfit for the day.
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Post by Hannah on Feb 24, 2007 16:33:54 GMT
"It is actually entirely stuffed.." I tell him with a grin, looking over my shoulder when I put on my underwear.
" But we can go out for breakfast anyways.. my mum went shopping when we were in the hospital you know.."
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Post by Jacky on Feb 24, 2007 16:40:37 GMT
"Oh, right." I keep my eyes on her as she puts on her underwear and continues to get dressed. Each layer of clothing in a shame, really, but I keep my mouth shut about it for now.
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Post by Hannah on Feb 24, 2007 16:44:29 GMT
"But going out is nice.." I tell him and finish getting dressed. I am wearing a dark blue sweater and normal jeans.
I look at him and smile. ".. then we don't have to do the dishes.." I grin
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Post by Jacky on Feb 24, 2007 16:57:03 GMT
I laugh, "That never turns out well with us." I agree, and I get up cos I finished putting on my shoes. I go over to her, brushing a kiss on the side of her head before I go over to the bathroom to brush my teeth. It's convenient that I have a toothbrush laying here by now.
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Post by Hannah on Feb 24, 2007 16:59:49 GMT
I smirk and follow him into the bathroom to brush my teeth, hair and do my make up. About 15 minutes later I am done, walking into the livingroom to put on my shoes.
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Post by Jacky on Feb 24, 2007 17:07:26 GMT
I already plundered her fridge in the meanwhile, drinking some milk out of the carton.  |
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Post by Hannah on Feb 24, 2007 17:08:30 GMT
I put on some shoes with heels and walk into the kitchen to see where he is. I stay in the doorway and grin a bit when I see him.
"I guess you don't need to go out for breakfast anymore..?" I ask him.
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Post by Jacky on Feb 24, 2007 17:20:07 GMT
I smirk and finish the milk first, since the carton was close to empty already. I put it in the trash, "Hey I'm a big breakfast-fan, I like to start of well before I *really* hit it off." I go over to the livingroom to get one of my crutches. I won't get far hopping around without them.
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