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Post by Jacksblackpearl on Jan 13, 2006 14:27:27 GMT
"aha, already showing her good side' I laugh
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Post by Jacky on Jan 13, 2006 14:33:49 GMT
"She's got that from you." I smirk
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Post by Jacksblackpearl on Jan 13, 2006 14:34:58 GMT
I smirk 'no way, i'm not rebelish... ' I lie
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Post by Jacky on Jan 13, 2006 14:38:38 GMT
"Fine, it skipped a generation." I smirk and look at Caitlyn. "Well then.. let's go home, shall we?"
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Post by Jacksblackpearl on Jan 13, 2006 14:43:22 GMT
'yes yes yes !' I grin broadly andtake Caitlyn back from Jack 'can't drive with a baby on your lap' I smirk.
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Post by Jacky on Jan 13, 2006 14:54:13 GMT
"Why not? She could get the hang of steering already." I smirk, but I do let Giselle take her. We leave the hospital and go over to the car, "Cool, innit?" I remark to Caitlyn we we walk over to it. I love my car.
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Post by Jacksblackpearl on Jan 13, 2006 14:57:56 GMT
And Caitlyn answers in her own babbling way 'I smirk and open the backdoor where I take a while to put Caitlyn in her special chair. Ones I'm done with that I sit down next to her, just to make sure nothing is happening to her. (hey kmoet ff eten maken enzow, denk dat ik straks nog wel ff terug ben, anders wel weer na men werk  doeiiiiii) |
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Post by Jacky on Jan 13, 2006 15:14:30 GMT
(kay! Xx smakelijk en/of werk ze!)
As we drive back home I steal a glance in the rear mirror, adjusting it so that I can see Giselle who's busy with entertaining Caitlyn. I grin slightly. I wouldn't admit it to myself before, but I'm afraid I like the sight of it.. she's so mommy-ish.
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Post by Jacksblackpearl on Jan 13, 2006 16:16:57 GMT
(awww I can so imagine that ;D)
I am busy letting the teddybear dance, while Caitlyn tries to grab it over and over again, and whenever the teddybear comes near her she bursts out in laughing and show her big teethlesssmile. So weird, I'm so attached to her, I love her so much already and I haven't even been around her for more then three weeks..
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Post by Hannah on Jan 13, 2006 16:52:56 GMT
(can someone please tell me what happened?)
I come home, finally. I kinda feel pretty fucked up. Work was hard. No, hard isnt even the right word. The last week I was on a training for work. It was hell for sure. I always thought, that ever since I stared working on swat, my body was in a good condition. This training thought me, that I was wrong for sure.
I can feel every muscle in my body, even those, of that I didnt even know that I have them. I look outta the car window and sigh.
"Bye Hondo.." I say, when I get outta the car. He smirks, taps his hat and drives off. I look at the house and sigh. Aye, I'm at home.
I grab my bag with all the stuff I needed at the training and enter the house
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doeiiiiii)
