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Post by misselizabethswann on Feb 23, 2008 22:03:41 GMT
'So you are saying that I have looks, but my personality is crap,' she remarked. She wanted to add a comment about she knew about her looks, it was what kept her modelling month after month. No one cares if your personality sucks as long as you can pout and look beautiful. 'If you want, we can go inside...that is if you aren't afraid of dogs.'
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Post by Lauren on Feb 23, 2008 22:06:29 GMT
"I'm not afraid of dogs," Tom smirked, ignoring the 'crap personality' comment. He got out of the car, locking up once she was out as well.
"Looks like you've got quite a nice house," He said, glancing up the long drive.
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Post by misselizabethswann on Feb 23, 2008 22:19:21 GMT
She got out and made her way to the door and took her key out. Immediately the sound of two large dogs barking came through the door. As the door opened, one dog, a husky, tried to make her way out while the black lab whined a little in a yawn and sat down.
'Down, Val,' she commanded, pushing the dog away from her. 'Come in...no one's home except maybe Lily...if she didn't go shopping.'
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Post by Lauren on Feb 23, 2008 22:23:08 GMT
"Um ... yeah," Tom said, stepping inside, stroking the husky on the head as he walked past. "Who's Lily?" He laughed a little. His eyes glanced around the house, trying not to seem shocked at how huge it was, since he was, afterall, supposed to be one of these 'rich kids'.
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Post by misselizabethswann on Feb 23, 2008 22:29:50 GMT
'She's the maid,' she replied. 'I think my step-dad has a thing for British women as Lily's from England. Want anything to drink?'
Emma made her way into the kitchen with her Lab following behind faithfully and protectively. He looked at Hanson with an alert face and growled slightly, just for a good warning that he was there to protect Emma.
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Post by Lauren on Feb 23, 2008 22:33:38 GMT
Maid. Hanson mouthed to himself. He kept a careful eye on the lab, not wanting to make a sudden movement and end up getting a limb torn off or anything. He wasnt scared of dogs, he just knew when to be careful.
"Soda'd be great, thanks," Tom smiled, following her into the kitchen.
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Post by misselizabethswann on Feb 23, 2008 22:41:03 GMT
'What kind?' she asked as she poured herself a glass of water. 'Don't worry, he won't hurt you...he won't even really bother with you unless you go to hurt me.'
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Post by Lauren on Feb 23, 2008 22:44:17 GMT
"Good," Tom laughed a little, scratching the back of his head. He wondered how the dog reacted around the so-called abusive ex. "Um... coke, if you've got it,"
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Post by misselizabethswann on Feb 23, 2008 22:49:15 GMT
She nodded and took out a bottle from the fridge. 'Where do you want to sit? We have a sitting room, with a large television or here with the view of the backyard,' she said.
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Post by Lauren on Feb 23, 2008 22:51:45 GMT
"I dont mind, wherever you want ... thanks," He said, taking the bottle from her. Tom wandered around the kitchen, looking at the photos and paintings on the wall. He noticed a small one hidden around a corner.
"Hey," Tom said, looking at the framed page from a magazine. "Is this you?"
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