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Post by Becky Stanton on Oct 9, 2006 21:55:24 GMT -5
"Sure," Becky said. "I'll be right back with that." She turned and walked back into the kitchen.
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Post by Vincent Corrigan on Oct 9, 2006 21:58:47 GMT -5
"Really?" Vincent said, smothering a laugh. "I hadn't noticed. Well, don't worry. Voltaire would be insane to even look twice at another woman."
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Post by Becky Stanton on Oct 9, 2006 22:02:44 GMT -5
Becky came back in a moment later with a plate of pickles and a glass of pumpkin juice. "Here you go," she said. "Just give me a call if you need anything else."
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Oct 9, 2006 22:03:48 GMT -5
As Becky walked away, Isabella said, "Do you think she's prettier than I am?"
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Post by Vincent Corrigan on Oct 9, 2006 22:05:29 GMT -5
Vincent stared at her. "Who, the waitress? No, I mean, she's cute, but..."
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Oct 9, 2006 22:06:21 GMT -5
"No, I meant Tai Lee," Isabella said. "Do you think she's prettier than I am?"
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Post by Vincent Corrigan on Oct 9, 2006 22:07:42 GMT -5
Vincent took a bite of his pork chop. "No," he said. "And Voltaire didn't think so, either. Please, don't even worry about it. She's not worth it."
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Oct 9, 2006 22:09:17 GMT -5
Isabella relaxed. "You're right, of course. I know you're right. I just..." she sighed. "These mood swings are the worst. I'm acting totally irrational, and it's not like me. Anyway, thanks, Vincent."
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