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Post by maggie on May 17, 2008 20:22:56 GMT -5
Maggie laughed and punched him in the arm lightly. "Well if you did, stop dicking about and give it to me!"
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Post by benji on May 17, 2008 20:46:42 GMT -5
He grinned and slowed, "Well maybe I did.." He set her to the ground and pulled a long chain out if his pocket. A small necklace really-- it had a small stone. "Here-- it's not a lot but--"
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Post by maggie on May 17, 2008 20:50:09 GMT -5
Maggie grinned, her eyes wide. "Ooo..a bauble!" She laughed and took it from him, looking at it happily before putting it on, touching it. "Oh its wonderful Benji." She leaned up and kissed him.
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Post by benji on May 17, 2008 23:07:12 GMT -5
He kissed her back and grinned, "Thought you'd love something that sparkled..."
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Post by maggie on May 27, 2008 17:29:08 GMT -5
"Mmm..I love sparkling things." She laughed and grinned back. "You're swell, despite your annoying habits." She winked. "Thanks so much"
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Post by benji on May 27, 2008 18:13:31 GMT -5
He pretended to look hurt and failed, dropping an arm around her shoulder. "I think we should celebrate-- weren't we going to celebrate?"
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Post by maggie on Jun 1, 2008 10:01:08 GMT -5
Maggie grinned, slipping the necklace on, touching it gently. "Sure..lets celebrate something, anything." She wrapped her arm around his waist, leaning into him. "I'll even let you buy.."
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Post by benji on Jun 1, 2008 20:34:47 GMT -5
He laughed and hugged her tightly, tugging her out of the general store. "Maggie cher, you are the bees knees.." Amazing to him and he'd do about anything for her.
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Post by maggie on Jun 5, 2008 19:46:33 GMT -5
Maggie grinned. "Ooooo Bees Knees?" She laughed. "Where are we going, mon cher?"
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Post by steve on Apr 19, 2009 20:34:07 GMT -5
*New Day*(For Gwennie)
Steve trudged into the general store, on his way home from work. He needed some supplies. He was tired and sore and just wanted to go home, but there was nothing in his little boarding room that was editable and he was missing most of the essentials. Steve didn't complain much but there were some things you needed.
The clerk in front eyed him as if he was about to stuff things in his pocket and walk out the door like a stupid hoodlum. Steve just gave him a slight sneer and pulled out a dollar bill plain for him to see and then smirked.
He grabbed a couple cans of beans and jars of pickles, and a bar of soap. His suspenders were in bad shape and he had his pay tomorrow, he would be able to pay it off, he eyed a pair of blue suspenders, trying to decide if he needed it or not.
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Post by Gwennie on Apr 19, 2009 21:33:11 GMT -5
Gwennie skipped into the General store, her day's earnings clutched in her fist. She'd come to buy some jam. She'd been doing pretty well with her sales lately and she always liked to eat jam before bed. When her mama and papa had still been alive she hadn't been allowed to so now she did it as often as she possibly could. It was one of the few good things about being on her own. Once in awhile some of the older girls would tell her that she souldn't eat jam all on it's own (the boys didn't really care) but she didn't have to listen to them so she did it anyhow.
"Hi, mister!" she chirped at the clerk waving as she skipped by. She looked down each of the aisles as she went past, trying to find where the jam was. No matter how much she went to this store she could never remember where it was. she was pretty sure they changed it around every time she came, though everybody else she'd talked to said they didn't.
As she got to the last aisle and still couldn't find it, she decided she should probably just ask somebody to help her. She figured it had probably been put high up and she just couldn't see it. She backtracked a few aisles before spotting a man looking at the suspenders. She trotted over to him and pulled on his pantleg to get his attention. "Mistah...hey, mistah. D'you know where da jam is?" she asked, smiling sweetly up at him.
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Post by steve on Apr 19, 2009 21:41:35 GMT -5
Steve was brought of of his decisive daze when he felt somebody tugging on his pantleg. He looked both ways, before looking down and saw a younger girl.
Mistah...hey, mistah. D'you know where da jam is?"
"Huh? Oh, uh naw, but I bet I can find it." He told her, he might have been irratated and had an awful day at work, but that was never a reason to snap at a little girl just because she needed help looking for jam. Not like he was in a hurry anyways. He had all the time in the world. He set down the navy suspenders and motioned for her to follow him, scanning the isles.
"Peanuts, cashews...peanut butter...prunes...hmmm" Steve trailed off but kept going, looking through every jar or bottle or sack.
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Post by Gwennie on Apr 19, 2009 22:13:35 GMT -5
Gwennie followed the man as he walked along, looking for the jam. As she walked, her eyes wandered around the store, taking in all kinds of things from butter to long johns. Finally, after a minute or two of uncharacteristic silence, her eyes settled on the stuff thhe man was carrying with him. Soap, beans, and pickles... her face contorted into a look of pure disgust. "Ugh...you're gettin' pickles " she gagged, walking a little bit faster to come alongside the man. "You oughta get Jam too. All da stuff you got is yucky" she looked up at him and smiled. "Jam's good 'cause it doesn't taste yucky and ya can eat it wit' ya hands.Well, as long as dere clean an all. It makes 'em kinda sticky butcha can always wash ya hands...if ya got a watah pump. Ya prolly shouldn't eat it wit' ya hands if ya don't got one. but if ya do, den you should def'nitely get it." she finished, now skipping along again as she looked up expectantly at her new jam-finding companion.
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Post by steve on Apr 20, 2009 16:22:23 GMT -5
"Ugh...you're gettin' pickles You oughta get Jam too. All da stuff you got is yucky"
Steve raised an eyebrow, surprised at the girl's words. If it was anybody else, he would have argued defensively, telling them he liked pickles and to bug off. But such a statement coming from a little girl was amusing. She had some nerve. He couldn't stop his smirk as he listened to her explain why Jam was so tasty and efficient. She was a clever little saleman alright, for a little girl.
"Jam's good 'cause it doesn't taste yucky and ya can eat it wit' ya hands.Well, as long as dere clean an all. It makes 'em kinda sticky butcha can always wash ya hands...if ya got a watah pump. Ya prolly shouldn't eat it wit' ya hands if ya don't got one. but if ya do, den you should def'nitely get it.
Steve stroked his chin with his dirt stained fingers and then gave her a rare smile. "Okay, when we find the jam, I'll get some for me too, got some spare change anyways."
Watching her skip along, the smile remained on his face. "What's your name, little missy?"
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Post by Gwennie on Apr 20, 2009 20:29:39 GMT -5
Gwennie beamed up at the man "Dat's good." she replied happily "'cause ya can't jus' eat yucky stuff all da time. I know boys do it a lot no mattah what but if ya don't at leas' try ta yummy stuff sometimes, den you'll forget what yummy stuff tastes like an' den you'll t'ink yucky stuff is yummy an' den when ya have kids dey'll t'ink yucky stuff is yummy and den dey'll be ostracized by all da othah kids an' dey'll nevah have any friends at all." she paused shortly to look at a row of stuffed animals before turning back to her older companion "ya wouldn't want dat ta happen, now would you?" she asked casually as she continued to skip along beside him.
"I'm Gwennie" she replied as he inquired as to what her name was. " and i got a doggie named Marvin who's usually wit' me. But he was lazy t'day an' he didn't wanna come wit' me" she fell silent for a moment before adding a quick "He likes Jam too... Oh yeah, an' what's yoah name. I almos' forgot ta ask"
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