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[Burning to death was NOT FUN. Even less fun was the fact that she felt her house was decimated for no reason. Who cared about Sergei?! She would have turned him in in a heartbeat! The reward could be a simple cupcake for all she cared. Sure, she called Grady a pig, but anyone would. This must be one of her housemate's fault. They did something ( Read more... ) -
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[residents and visitors of 1766 Beaver Street, I give you Lady Conchita, who is eating a huge punch bowl full of milk and cereal all by herself in the dining room. Momma's trying for her favorite dress, and it's unacceptable to leave any food behind.
CRUNCHCRUNCHCRUNCHCRUNCH!
CRUNCHCRUNCHCRUNCHCRUNCH!] -
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Oh, my. It's a beautiful morning, is it not? A stunning sunrise. Now that someone or other has returned my favorite coffee, I can go back to being an early riser.
[she giggles]
In fact, my spirits are so high that I am feeling magnanimous. Won't anyone stop by for a cup of coffee? I promise it will be delicious. No need to be shy; if you don't like ( Read more... ) -
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My, oh my...! There seems to be even less food for me here than there was in Mayfield, and the clothing much drabber as well. This is most upsetting... whatever shall I do with this? And on top of everything else, it seems that a tiny devil is hiding in my funny metal/glass box and chattering away as though he is someone important. ...Hmph, why, ( Read more... ) -
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[So, short!Denmark told Conchita to bring him beer. She's been doing just that. All day. At first she thought she could make him choke or succumb to alcohol poisoning, but he may be on to her. Anyway, they're out of beer now, and it seems nobody will sell her any! But she will not be deterred. Thus, Conchita is knocking on your door with the ( Read more... ) -
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[after catching a glimpse of someone sneaking around...]
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There is the largest rat I have ever seen in my house.
Are there exterminators in this silly place? Unusually large cats, perhaps? Won't someone please kill it? I detest vermin. -
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[There's a voice over the phone, although she doesn't seem to be speaking into it - it's distant, as though it's picking her up from off the hook. Since she is alone in the room, she's talking to herself. A habit of a lonely young woman.]
Oh my. This is rather confusing. Of all places, how in the world have I arrived in this plain looking room? And ( Read more... ) -
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