tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-87971775597167282092024-03-05T08:16:29.350-08:00Dennis LegacyGigaRevivalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16416368229832346047noreply@blogger.comBlogger24125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8797177559716728209.post-79850042621065906342011-10-09T15:27:00.000-07:002012-01-13T06:40:31.447-08:002.8--Here Comes Death<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirWcTDIbJECMa0I6TwLnOlbnU8oX1egMXA0SwXZjj4hJZSR7mqZiiSTk2of7NVIiHEXmmIUBuU_lkEvp_WiVf54yzrFq3zjQ8-Fw3M7BF1WH97sJWTK6Mv7D5O4-PJJY62ZsS-KVyVPh_p/s1600/Screenshot-16+%25282%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirWcTDIbJECMa0I6TwLnOlbnU8oX1egMXA0SwXZjj4hJZSR7mqZiiSTk2of7NVIiHEXmmIUBuU_lkEvp_WiVf54yzrFq3zjQ8-Fw3M7BF1WH97sJWTK6Mv7D5O4-PJJY62ZsS-KVyVPh_p/s640/Screenshot-16+%25282%2529.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitcnJhEKVc7XcZUZ1z9DX0s8kj7xko2P_WcTTVcU6-iUQz2ED54YAX5ccSZPWSyaMARJC57FbWD8uJWFoUBavjC3NxR-quX1t3lAEmkv90DJkLKPP2otdCpwYlN-caDKSqLazAL-TVkr-T/s1600/Screenshot-46.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitcnJhEKVc7XcZUZ1z9DX0s8kj7xko2P_WcTTVcU6-iUQz2ED54YAX5ccSZPWSyaMARJC57FbWD8uJWFoUBavjC3NxR-quX1t3lAEmkv90DJkLKPP2otdCpwYlN-caDKSqLazAL-TVkr-T/s640/Screenshot-46.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">For the next couple of days following her reunion with Randy, Adamaris had been putting on her "brave" face; pretending that everything was all right. Harper had promised the night before their parents and grandparents returned from their trip not to say a word. Even she knew the news would be better coming from Adamaris, if she decided to tell them at all. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">She had been spending the brunt of her time with her grandparents and avoiding her mother at all costs, lest she give something away too soon. Olive and Feng knew something was up, but decided that pressing Ada for details would only make the situation worse. So they waited for a truth that would never come.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"Do you think it's drugs?" Mya blurted. She couldn't help but be worried for her granddaughter. After all, Adamaris was a sensitive child and often seemed more withdrawn than Mya would like. She knew exactly how she felt, feeling alone and ostracized even when in a room full of people, but she was among family and no child should ever feel like they don't belong in their own <i>family</i>.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Rob shook his head vehemently. "Adamaris knows better than that. Olive has taught her well, so I don't think that's the issue. I'm worried it's something deeper. Have you noticed how vacant she looks lately? Like she doesn't feel comfortable in her surroundings?"</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Mya nodded. "Do you think we should talk to her?"</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"I wish we could, but I don't think it's us she wants to talk to. She's been avoiding Olive and Feng like the plague; as if she wants to tell them something, but doesn't know how."</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"I guess we'll have to let our little Olive take care of this one, huh?"</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"She hasn't been little in <i>ages</i>."</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"Well you don't have to say it like that! You're making me feel old!" Mya retorted, looking at her aged hands placed on her lap. "Do you ever wish we could go back, and start all over again?"</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Rob scooted over to his wife and hugged her tight on the couch. "Never in a million years. We did everything right, we spent our time wisely, but now it's our turn to fade out and let the next generation take over."</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Mya winked. "Well <i>I </i>know <i>I'm </i>not ready to go out of this world quite yet."</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Rob laughed. "I have a feeling you won't be doing any graceful fading anytime soon, dear. After all, you and graceful have always been a contradiction."</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">And for that, Rob received his last playful slap on the shoulder...</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">When Olive first joined Mya on her bed, no words were spoken. They let the silence drift between them before Mya finally broke it.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"No you're not, mom."</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Mya let her smile slip. "You're right, I'm not."</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"You have to get out this room for a bit, ma. Get some fresh air, talk to people. Dad would definitely be unhappy to see you rotting in here alone."</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Mya laughed. "He most certainly would. I just wanted to be by myself for a bit and reminisce before letting go. I guess I just got caught up in the past and forgot that I still have the present."</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"Just promise me you won't be leaving me as well... at least not anytime soon. I was afraid you had given up and were waiting for your turn."</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"This old gal won't be kicking the bucket for a while dear, I promise you that."</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Olive smiled. "I called Snuffle and Sybil this morning, to give them the news. And I also called a few friends and Feng's family to organize for a funeral tomorrow evening. Corri can't make it from France in time, but Syb will be here."</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Mya nodded. "Thank you, sweetheart. For everything. I know this was hard on you as well."</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"It was, but you and dad always taught me to push through life's speed bumps. I'm going to miss him."</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Mya patted her hand. "Me too."</span><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjK4nNL0DQlNoJpYS_36wwVeR1w7b2edmG-sSisAJrSR1BtYgb75gZ129OSJ1RK262EYlfcLAAR7EKPayF_yHEgPmsid71vvmZsVm0E9Gewtky0wiJ01jOV8r0-uw1ZyFXyqOMx7vCLJ13n/s1600/Screenshot-27+%25284%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="358" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjK4nNL0DQlNoJpYS_36wwVeR1w7b2edmG-sSisAJrSR1BtYgb75gZ129OSJ1RK262EYlfcLAAR7EKPayF_yHEgPmsid71vvmZsVm0E9Gewtky0wiJ01jOV8r0-uw1ZyFXyqOMx7vCLJ13n/s640/Screenshot-27+%25284%2529.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Sybil was the first to arrive, but avoided talking to any family until she could get her emotions in-check. Instead, she wandered aimlessly around the room greeting Feng's family and any of her father's friends that were able to attend.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">When she saw Olive sit down to eat by herself, Sybil made her way over knowing that she too was attempting to avoid as many people (and condolences) as possible.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"You okay, Ollie?"</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"Not really; but we've had more things going on here than just dad's passing. You?"</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Sybil shook her head silently. "What other things?"</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Olive sighed deeply and regained some composure before giving her sister the details. "Well, Adamaris has been acting more reclusive than usual. Usually she talks to me about everything, but we haven't sat down and had a real conversation since we returned from our trip. She's been avoiding me and Feng and I have a feeling Harper knows why as well, but they both just won't... <i>talk</i>. It's killing me. And mom, despite saying that she's fine, is still mourning dad heavily and not really saying much either."</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Sybil patted her sister on the shoulder, letting her hand rest there reassuringly. "Everything will be fine Olive... I hope."</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Olive smiled sarcastically. "Well the 'I hope' sure sells it, Syb."</span><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSAe_F6mzLVepy1j29SQcuzZkAld3x1BDRiBDx7aC1FN2dRRPRFj5Ctoi5A9-lCiN_VWW-S9nju_4nS0iTxE9u06vqaKpX7XBY6G-RnWzrQVGsf_pOgMI7q7PDlnjDad9mhPm_P1_B3jtw/s1600/Screenshot-46+%25284%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="358" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSAe_F6mzLVepy1j29SQcuzZkAld3x1BDRiBDx7aC1FN2dRRPRFj5Ctoi5A9-lCiN_VWW-S9nju_4nS0iTxE9u06vqaKpX7XBY6G-RnWzrQVGsf_pOgMI7q7PDlnjDad9mhPm_P1_B3jtw/s640/Screenshot-46+%25284%2529.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Adamaris reached out to her cousin, Tanya. They hadn't been particularly close and only really talked at school; but Adamaris needed someone outside of her immediate family right now. Someone who wasn't harboring any suspicions that something else was bothering her.</span><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisdrsf-5_JMyiS_UNLV_OgdCIsDJLNF-7_slUks7nS80rNSnvdytfq6OMt7Rz-GtJYbqzCKCQ4E_p5JLv26r2iyo2tvtxZG1GpOF3BqVT0vXejsDQy6QtE2VYx7Yjd-fr0DZJfb4DvXVwe/s1600/Screenshot-51+%25283%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="358" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisdrsf-5_JMyiS_UNLV_OgdCIsDJLNF-7_slUks7nS80rNSnvdytfq6OMt7Rz-GtJYbqzCKCQ4E_p5JLv26r2iyo2tvtxZG1GpOF3BqVT0vXejsDQy6QtE2VYx7Yjd-fr0DZJfb4DvXVwe/s640/Screenshot-51+%25283%2529.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"Tanya, do you want to go somewhere else with me? I really can't be here right now."</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Tanya looked around the room at all the sad faces and quickly agreed. "Me neither. Where would you like to go?"</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Adamaris inched in closer, whispering. "Somewhere where I can make a few changes... <i>aesthetic</i> changes. I don't feel like myself in this hair and these clothes... and I just..." Adamaris couldn't finish the words. There was no way to accurately describe her feelings to someone who had a family she felt she belonged in. Hell, she could barely comprehend these feelings herself. She just wanted to change into something different, <i>be someone different</i>. How could she possibly explain that clearly?</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Tanya nodded, as if she understood. "I have a friend that lives near central park that does hair and stuff. She never sleeps and she owes me a favor, so don't worry about paying."</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Adamaris smiled. "That's perfect. Thanks Tanya."</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbUIPDmCblGdiPsmY-ImBIrdJ7IMpvW3Kfgorq9xMgPrvUrGZbRLiKkmc5vFW9d7H81DbH7W6dzyVOGvaAI_IAMLnb55OvZ9KfUZkXvXqjfZxvOuH3RR1Hnq_Q7c8JAgoE4kVRwfdIUoHH/s1600/Screenshot-70.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="358" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbUIPDmCblGdiPsmY-ImBIrdJ7IMpvW3Kfgorq9xMgPrvUrGZbRLiKkmc5vFW9d7H81DbH7W6dzyVOGvaAI_IAMLnb55OvZ9KfUZkXvXqjfZxvOuH3RR1Hnq_Q7c8JAgoE4kVRwfdIUoHH/s640/Screenshot-70.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">After they both managed to sneak out of the house (supposedly unnoticed, but Sybil saw them and relayed the message to Olive), Tanya took Ada to her friends house. Once the makeover was finished, they made their way back to central park to hang out. Mar was avoiding going back home at all costs.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj32K3bwO2QCNg7MWOAYhclrwA1yMQ5SErjwRlwagRjBUn4WnCj09_kAWT1od4iXREjH6Hi8XGg3DzZqCmVWbKe-qna4B7V4bocBpgOkjF1luJiQyaA8p3V9YeY69jVdrUFWDwpLfLVY3Cp/s1600/Screenshot-74.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="358" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj32K3bwO2QCNg7MWOAYhclrwA1yMQ5SErjwRlwagRjBUn4WnCj09_kAWT1od4iXREjH6Hi8XGg3DzZqCmVWbKe-qna4B7V4bocBpgOkjF1luJiQyaA8p3V9YeY69jVdrUFWDwpLfLVY3Cp/s640/Screenshot-74.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">However, the girls were only there for 30 minutes before a cop saw them and wrangled them up to take them home. The whole way back to the Dennis house the cop lectured Ada on being more responsible, but she didn't care anymore. If she was being honest with herself, Mar was beginning to feel hollow inside, emotionless. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
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</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"We need to talk Ada. What have you done with your hair? And what is going on with you, sweetheart?" Olive asked, catching Mar before she made it to the stairs.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Adamaris gave her pseudo smile in response. "I changed it. And can we talk tomorrow? I'm really tired."</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Olive nodded. "Sure, but we <i>are </i>going to sit down and talk first thing tomorrow morning."</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Adamaris gave her mother a weak hug before retiring to her room. All the while, Olive and Feng watched her ascend the stairs worriedly.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-large;">Later that night...</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Adamaris waited anxiously for the family to fall asleep. Once the house had fallen completely silent, she gathered what little she packed and then inched slowly out of her room to make sure no one was milling around upstairs. When she was convinced that she was in the clear, she slipped a sloppy goodbye letter under Harper's bedroom door and then made her way to the front door. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">She had been planning this for a couple of days now and was convinced that running away and finding a place she truly belonged was the best option, but she still had her reservations. Adamaris took one last look around the entryway, for memories sake, and then swallowed back her emotions.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"This is for the best." She whispered to herself. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">And then she turned the knob of the front door and made her way outside to get into the taxi that she called for 30 minutes prior. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"Where are you going?" The taxi driver asked, silently questioning the age of his passenger. She had told him she was 18, but she only looked about 15.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"The nearest train stop, please." Adamaris gave him a thirty dollar bill accompanied by a look that told him to mind his curiosities.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">The taxi driver sighed and took the money. "The train station it is then."</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">--After Ada runs away, the Dennis clan try desperately to find her, but with no luck. Some of her belongings are recovered a while later from a park in Bridgeport, but they are bloodied and in shambles so the police chalk it up to a possible homicide. After a search was conducted with no further evidence found, she is officially declared dead and the case is closed. (Since you can't really do much in the Simverse when it comes to murder, and because my game imploded before I could fully develop the plot, the concise version is all I can offer).</span><br />
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<span style="color: #134f5c;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I apologize for the wordiness of this chapter; I didn't get enough pictures to fully develop what was originally planned so I had to explain them as best I could. </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Well, here is the end folks. I hope that everyone makes their way over to the Harris blog for the official introduction and to continue the story. Onwards, I say! ; )</span></span>GigaRevivalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16416368229832346047noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8797177559716728209.post-73262523310831101272011-10-07T00:25:00.000-07:002012-01-14T08:52:29.686-08:002.7--Young Face Gone Wrong<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b>Just to break the trend of starting every chapter with a birthday; I'm going to throw some random pictures in... and <i>then</i> get to the birthdays. </b></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"Do you still think it's a tumor?" Olive asked sarcastically.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Sybil scoffed. "<i>Technically </i>it is a tumor; or rather, a parasite that's feeding off of my nourishment."</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Hayley laughed. "But it's <i>our </i>parasite."</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"Is my stomach <i>supposed </i>to get this big? What if it is twins? Or triplets?!"</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Hayley put her hands on Sybil's shoulders, forcing her to relax. "If it is, we'll deal with it. The more the merrier, right?"</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Sybil released a long sigh, before nodding slowly in assent. "If we have quadruplets though<i>, </i>I'm pawning them all off on you Olive."</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Olive laughed. "You can certainly try. I think I've sufficiently mastered pawning off my kids on other people, to catch on to your tricks though."</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"You're glad it's not you that is pregnant this time, huh?"</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Hayley gave her side glance with a mischievous smile. "Damn straight."</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Adamaris nodded in the background, knowing full-well that she was going to be doing something that would betray all of their trust while they were gone. "Yeah, mom. Don't worry... I have it under control. And no parties, I promise."</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"No. She hasn't told me anything about you. In fact, I had to research everything about you on my own."</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Randolph scoffed. "Right. I cannot possibly fathom Olive not badmouthing me around town... especially to my estranged <i>daughter</i>." Again, the way Randy enunciated daughter made Adamaris feel sick to her stomach. She shouldn't have come here and now she was regretting it.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"Listen. I just wanted to come here and find out who my dad is. Mom had absolutely nothing to do with me taking the initiative, nor is she even <i>aware</i> that I'm here." Ada sighed, letting her anger calm a bit before continuing. "I'm starting to realize that coming here unannounced was a mistake though."</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Randolph scrunched his shoulders, letting his expression waver a bit toward compassion before donning the apathetic mask he wore so well. "Look, me and your mother decided long ago that it was best that we stayed out of each other's lives; and by extension, that means you too. I am glad to meet you and you seem to have turned out well enough without me, but I don't care to go any further with this. I'm sorry Adamaris, but I'm not your father and I don't want to be."</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Adamaris sucked back the tears that were beginning to well. She had built up her defenses and lowered her expectations in preparation for this, but it still hurt. "Then why spread those rumors about my mom holding you back from meeting me? What purpose did that serve?"</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Randolph shrugged. "Everyone knew about what happened with us and I was confronted about it at work; so I lied to save what little reputation I still had. Things got out of hand from there. I'm sorry if it misled you, but I stand by my opinion. Go back to your real parents, Adamaris; you won't find any here."</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">When Adamaris faltered a few times, turning her face quickly to wipe away a few tears that escaped; Harper interrupted.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"Are you okay, sissy?"</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Adamaris nodded, knowing that any words she let out would betray her.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"I know what you did today... I mean, I saw the stuff on the computer last night. I'm sorry if he wasn't nice, but <i>I </i>love you and I think it was really brave what you did."</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Again, Adamaris nodded mutely. Harper let the silence go on for a bit, before continuing the conversation. "Will you sleep with me tonight? I'm scared to be alone in grandma and grandpa's room."</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Adamaris smiled, knowing that Harper was offering out of compassion rather than fear. Harper was notoriously unfazed by anything that allowed her to be alone; sleeping included. "Yes."</span><br />
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<div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">*Adamaris gained the Genius trait when she aged up. She's sure putting that to use, ain't she?</span></div></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">*Feng is at level 4: Fertilizer Analyst</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">*Mya and Rob are still going strong. Mya is at 106 days (it's capped so I have to guess how old she actually is... which I believe is around 115 days or so) and Robert is at 113.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Well, there's nowhere left to go but forward... to the bat mobile!</span>GigaRevivalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16416368229832346047noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8797177559716728209.post-31813087958041772352011-09-26T11:10:00.000-07:002012-01-13T06:40:11.262-08:002.6--Oslo in the Summertime<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj220Ap_S-3dAZbES-BdlSFcbf-15L6pxdqvGg6fL-led0GrhBql5ZE259sKpcPRNQcUitUlvw2ogxe2t4nR4grR8wYqPGW407LDUQfvDQXv1ohaMimGijIOFzU9P472cUNk1FN2ei90gnM/s1600/Screenshot-12.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj220Ap_S-3dAZbES-BdlSFcbf-15L6pxdqvGg6fL-led0GrhBql5ZE259sKpcPRNQcUitUlvw2ogxe2t4nR4grR8wYqPGW407LDUQfvDQXv1ohaMimGijIOFzU9P472cUNk1FN2ei90gnM/s640/Screenshot-12.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">As usual, the Dennis Legacy begins with a birthday (which will happen next Chapter too, so get used to it if you haven't already). ; )</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Also as usual, Mya is the one that initiates the candle blow-out. Olive and Feng attempted ONCE to bring Ada to the cake when she was a toddler, but Mya raced them to Mar and won. Don't let her old age fool you; Mya is not afraid to use her cane to swipe people out of the way to get to her grandbaby first, especially on birthdays. So Olive and Feng shrugged it off and chalked it up to another Dennis family tradition to allow Grandma Dennis the honor of the birthday sparkle initiation. Plus, Feng wasn't sure his ego could take being bull-rushed by an old lady and losing again.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
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</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifUhQWvMRLe376ay494sp7268u-a3NSMnfxLgbrMtm9Lr93TdpnWos69LFLIuexun5h0Ud5jF14BdFLMkF4JiYdm3XCfTizFdHtw7sYLrdTJ6BnUUL-rLWh5NuUVDnvVRcjoXqrTX6yZOB/s1600/Screenshot-46.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifUhQWvMRLe376ay494sp7268u-a3NSMnfxLgbrMtm9Lr93TdpnWos69LFLIuexun5h0Ud5jF14BdFLMkF4JiYdm3XCfTizFdHtw7sYLrdTJ6BnUUL-rLWh5NuUVDnvVRcjoXqrTX6yZOB/s640/Screenshot-46.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"I'm glad I can play with you now!" Adamaris said excitedly as she pulled Harper into a gentle hug. "Now I have someone to share secrets with and laugh at mom and dad with... well, I mean, when you learn how to talk and all."</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Harper just stared at her sister silently, taking in the words that Adamaris was spewing out so quickly that they often sounded like gibberish. It was pretty well-known within the Dennis family that Adamaris often rambled restlessly and incoherently when she was excited, so they would nod and pretend to listen. Harper, on the other hand, was enthralled. This was something new to her, someone *actually* talking <i>to </i>her and she tried her hardest to understand.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
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</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"Is your back supposed to hurt ALL.THE.DAMN.TIME? Seriously, I think I have arthritis. Hayley tries to convince me that nothing is wrong, that she experienced the same with Michelle, but I don't believe her."</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Olive laughed at her hypochondriac sister. "No... Lee is right. Nothing is wrong and back pain is completely normal."</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"What if I'm not pregnant at all and it's a tumor? What if the doctor <i>said </i>I was pregnant just so he could watch it progress, because it's so rare and he wants to see what happens? I could be part of a conspiracy Olive; a medical phenomena the likes of which no one has ever encountered."</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Olive chuckled and shook her head slowly. Sybil was still just as neurotic and insane as ever; how Lee managed it, she would never know.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"What exactly are you playing, dear?" asked Mya.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"I saw this movie on TV where this bus had a bomb, right... and this lady and man had to drive it fast enough to keep it from exploding; I'm pretending that I'm the lady and I'm saving all the passengers. Wanna play?"</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Robert laughed. "Trust me... you don't want grandma anywhere near an operating vehicle. <i>Especially</i> one that has a bomb attached to it."</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Mya slapped his shoulder playfully. "Hey! I contested all those tickets and the court sided with <i>me</i>, remember? And sure Mar, I'll play."</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Adamaris looked at her grandmother hesitantly. "Um... okay. But <i>I'll </i>drive grandma... just in case."</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Robert laughed quietly to himself, catching Mya's intense stink eye that was reserved just for him.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"Snuffle?" Adamaris asked hesitantly.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"Yeah? Are you okay Mar?"</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">She paused; not knowing how to continue her inquiry.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">After the pause carried longer than they both antipicated, Corrigan asked again as gently as he could. "Mar, you know you can talk to me about anything. So, are you okay?"</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"I know Feng's not my real dad..." she said in a flurry, "...I've always known, but some kids were talking at school and they all know who my real dad is and I don't. Why don't <i>I </i>know and <i>they </i>do?"</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Corrigan sighed. "Feng <i>is </i>your father, Adamaris. He has always been there, and will always be there... he just isn't your biological father."</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"Then who is?"</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"That's something you need to ask your mother. That's... that's information that I think should be heard from her, not me Mar. I'm sorry."</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">So she decided to do this on her own secretly. She was turning into a teen in a couple of days and she would have more resources at her fingertips then.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Olive noticed Adamaris sitting uneasily on the couch in silence. "Are you okay, sweetheart?"</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Adamaris smiled bleakly. "I <i>will </i>be." </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"><b>A Close-Up of Ms. Harper</b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1w-4ueOQopWDRrFnrl18Ccsc8-lTGmPoQG1JKVkOKuU3grgfUg0LM_-yiogSMlkrMpo1JTkc13Zc5cpu9rvm9cIhzmXDjI_JKCKmXqiNaRp8x4itFkgR0GZRdjRUZG6430dgAchq1qeIr/s1600/Screenshot-21.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1w-4ueOQopWDRrFnrl18Ccsc8-lTGmPoQG1JKVkOKuU3grgfUg0LM_-yiogSMlkrMpo1JTkc13Zc5cpu9rvm9cIhzmXDjI_JKCKmXqiNaRp8x4itFkgR0GZRdjRUZG6430dgAchq1qeIr/s400/Screenshot-21.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">She looks a bit wide-eyed and creepy here, but I promise she's cute. I had to recreate her for the Harris blog so she looks a *little* different, but since you won't see her as a teen in this legacy before she leaves I suspect no one will notice... except now you will because I just mentioned it. *shrug*</span></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">So Mya and Robert will not effing kick the bucket; not that I necessarily *want* them to, it just amazes me since I didn't do much with them exercise-wise to make them last longer. Mya is at 106 days (which seems to be capped for some reason; I check how old she is everyday, but it always says 106) and Robert is at 104 (I'm not sure how he caught up age-wise since he and Mya have always been six days apart). </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Sybil and Hayley had their first baby named Michelle (the one Hayley was pregnant with right after they moved out); this is what she looks like:</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHZpaDHIulFuX6EQ2bmuuNYsk8OYEhwFxoruWZ6N3OSOmMi_NJzPhxFfcxySjQpRv7nPktIQzIGqsvipuzQVyBruDkyie9zWMUyJnAgl0A_KJPS_jDAAdOOnL0DwOHzZ2edM34ky0Slova/s1600/Screenshot-201.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHZpaDHIulFuX6EQ2bmuuNYsk8OYEhwFxoruWZ6N3OSOmMi_NJzPhxFfcxySjQpRv7nPktIQzIGqsvipuzQVyBruDkyie9zWMUyJnAgl0A_KJPS_jDAAdOOnL0DwOHzZ2edM34ky0Slova/s400/Screenshot-201.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Michelle got Sybil's CC skin (found <a href="http://missskittycc.livejournal.com/6132.html">>>HERE<<</a>), but everything else she got from Lee. Normally I would refer you to the Family Tree, but I have some MAYJAH spoilers going on in there, so DON'T.LOOK. Unless spoilers are your thing, then go on ahead. : )</span></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">--Feng is at level 4 of the Science Career (and has a kick-ass garden in the backyard) and Olive is still at level 2 of Athletic Trainer (mostly because I'm lazy).</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I believe that is everything, so ONWARD!</span></div>GigaRevivalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16416368229832346047noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8797177559716728209.post-60884016183271549062011-09-22T06:21:00.000-07:002012-01-13T06:40:01.088-08:002.5--Saying Goodbye to Snuffle<div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh54PCZu-mbGTDeOPoJ9ihyZbJisVXVvI6o1cLy8dHn7UkavGj4xvbyiGGBAHF4iNpbf7xavsCNZDNKz6dbVfDRK-vOFHI4LpJwMStT5UqanLw0ISwF7vV1mVKvCN_ieI4aL-gUTOovkVXk/s1600/Screenshot-299.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh54PCZu-mbGTDeOPoJ9ihyZbJisVXVvI6o1cLy8dHn7UkavGj4xvbyiGGBAHF4iNpbf7xavsCNZDNKz6dbVfDRK-vOFHI4LpJwMStT5UqanLw0ISwF7vV1mVKvCN_ieI4aL-gUTOovkVXk/s640/Screenshot-299.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Not long after Feng and Olive were married (and I mean literally minutes after all of the guests left the party), Olive went into labor. </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"I don't care what my mom wishes. NO.MOAR.KIDS! Sybil can help her fill that damn wallet!!!!"</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxeuMoPE2tZkzD-Du7hdUPmXlAb-8BivH9z1r_DLNWSIToPEmL9GYF2TJOnWZhTbdECJJlOTj0iRm03S4GsAaqYlLgcN4ymesIwQ2g_ogVa2lbMP02PA-i1ZdvPtnm_2GETDkNSWjVsI4c/s1600/Screenshot-296.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxeuMoPE2tZkzD-Du7hdUPmXlAb-8BivH9z1r_DLNWSIToPEmL9GYF2TJOnWZhTbdECJJlOTj0iRm03S4GsAaqYlLgcN4ymesIwQ2g_ogVa2lbMP02PA-i1ZdvPtnm_2GETDkNSWjVsI4c/s640/Screenshot-296.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Feng wasn't much help.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNjX0v9RILKrcjY8obR0pleO4pTb_OYglSd8jc4pwIBAnRxcRPvjhh0PqzRGi3H1172kac7tuNO3iSJfbGBkP0uMAGGtC-S6NYvrn0t0sskH4t2CnOO-EqozqY6b5DAVpjc_PwBiaUqGD5/s1600/Screenshot-301.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNjX0v9RILKrcjY8obR0pleO4pTb_OYglSd8jc4pwIBAnRxcRPvjhh0PqzRGi3H1172kac7tuNO3iSJfbGBkP0uMAGGtC-S6NYvrn0t0sskH4t2CnOO-EqozqY6b5DAVpjc_PwBiaUqGD5/s640/Screenshot-301.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">A few more curse words and punches from Olive for getting her into this mess, and Feng officially entered a labor-induced meltdown.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUiY9tYrAFaAzUzsXi1und3OIlBwSX02cigU58ZF3Qz61oLdNZpnJVU8BKvyR6qOwdznimm3OTgk4W3WNazjZqveGXjHChwZh011I8AMbAny2h2IEJ1zWLA80-JY4hiFLKAuTwXbaWvvdg/s1600/Screenshot-303.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUiY9tYrAFaAzUzsXi1und3OIlBwSX02cigU58ZF3Qz61oLdNZpnJVU8BKvyR6qOwdznimm3OTgk4W3WNazjZqveGXjHChwZh011I8AMbAny2h2IEJ1zWLA80-JY4hiFLKAuTwXbaWvvdg/s640/Screenshot-303.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Once Olive and Feng got their bearings straight, they deduced that their most viable option of having a healthy baby safely (as well getting access to an epidural) was to rush to the hospital.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">About three hours later (and much cursing later), Olive gave birth to a little girl. They had yet to pull a name from a hat, as per the agreement with Mar, so Olive and Feng settled on 'Little Lex' for the time being (as Feng seemed to think that their new daughter was the spitting image of a female <a href="http://www.comicbooked.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/04/lexluthor78.jpg"><b>Lex Luthor</b></a>). <<<Nerd, remember?</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"Not the most charming resemblance to make, dear."</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Feng shrugged. "She's bald and cranky... a perfect Lex Luthor if you ask me. Plus, she'll laugh about it later."</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Olive laughed. "I think you have that mixed up. <i>We'll </i>laugh about it later, but she certainly won't."</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"Then we'll have blackmail material. A win-win situation, if I say so myself."</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"And <i>this </i>is why I love you." Olive smirked.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
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</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Olive pulled the first name out of the hat. "Eliza." She declared.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">The whole family grimaced. "I call a re-do!" Feng yelled.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Olive laughed. "All right. Her name will be... Harper?"</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Mya smiled. "I like it. Harper Dennis. Has a nice ring to it, I think."</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"I agree." Feng offered. The rest of the family consented to the name and then congratulated Adamaris on her name choices. </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Once Feng had scuttled off to work (reluctantly), Grandpa Robert dared Corri, Olive, and Ada to a videogame contest (of which he won... multiple times).</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"I may be old, but I still got it!" He declared.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
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</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"Looks like we don't have to call you Lex anymore... thank goodness." Mya said laughing.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">She also decided to change into her pajamas in order to go outside and play for some reason. *shrug* To each his/her own, I suppose.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"The trick is to find your momentum and then go with it."</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"Momentum?"</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"Yeah! It's easier with two people. When I land, you begin your jump and my momentum will catapult you into the air."</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Corrigan laughed. "Just don't jump too hard or else you'll go <i>flying</i> over our fence and into the street. Your mom will <i>never </i>forgive me if that happens."</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"Dad! Daaaad? DAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAADDDDDDDDD?"</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Feng laughed as Adamaris became more desperate to get his attention. "What is it, my Queen?"</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"I order you to read me a bedtime story tonight. The one with all the fairies."</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Feng bowed his head in mock reverence. "<a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gbX1U1tx9aw"><b>As you wish</b></a>, milady."</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"As you are all aware, tomorrow is my birthday..." Corrigan began, "...and since I <i>really </i>want to move out on my own as soon as I become an adult, I decided to apply to some colleges."</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"Well that's great!" Robert offered.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"Well then I bet it's great to hear that I got accepted to my preferred university... in France."</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"In FRANCE?!" Mya gasped. "But that's... that is thousands of miles from here Snuffle."</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Corrigan nodded sheepishly. "I know, mom. The distance is a little scary, but they have a <i>really </i>great business and art program there and since I'm hoping to dual major in both, I figured I might as well go to the best."</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"Well I think that is fantastic Corri. Congratulations! But I also think that this is a conversation for you, mom, and dad. C'mon Ada, Feng... let's leave them to it." Olive ushered Feng and Adamaris out of the living room to give them some privacy, but not before Feng gave Corrigan a congratulatory thumbs up and Adamaris offered a weak smile in support.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"Are you sure you want to do this?" Mya asked.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Corrigan nodded firmly. "Yes. I have my heart set on this, ma."</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Mya looked to Robert, who gave her a nod and a smile. She didn't want her son to leave (her last child to leave), but she knew she needed to let him go if that is what he wanted.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">She sighed heavily, allowing all the built up worries she had be released, before finally consenting. "If this is what you want Corri, then you go for it. I'm not happy that you are moving so far away, especially since this is your first time living on your own, but I trust your instincts... most times, at least.<i>"</i></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"Will mom be okay?"</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Robert pulled his son into a hug. "She <i>will </i>be. She just has a hard time letting you kids go."</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"Usually you're the one that cries though."</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Robert laughed. "Hey! Those are manly tears of testosterone and I only shed them once you guys have already left."</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"What about the girls' graduation?"</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZGes7FDmHAM"><b>"My eyes were just a little sweaty that day."</b></a></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Robert winked. "Thanks, son. And don't let your mother fool you, we are <b>both</b> extremely proud of you."</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">And with that, Robert joined Mya in their room while Corrigan contemplated his coming birthday and move.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"You'll still keep in touch, right?" Adamaris suddenly asked while he was explaining the solution to a problem.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Corrigan smiled. "Of course I will. I'll always be your Uncle Snuffle... I'll just be a bit further away is all."</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"France is farther than 'a bit.'" Ada smirked.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"You're right. But my point still stands. I'll answer whenever you call, and write back whenever you write... we'll still be family, just separated for a time."</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"You'll answer the phone, even if I call while you're in class?"</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Corrigan laughed. "Let me amend my statement. I'll call you back whenever you call... if I don't answer that is."</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Adamaris nodded. "Okay... remember, you made a deal that you would keep in touch and I'll be angry if you break it."</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"Then let's shake on it, to make it official."</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Adamaris and Corrigan shook hands, before he brought her up to bed and tucked her in.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"I love you Uncle Snuffle."</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"I love you too Mar."</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Mya, Robert, and Adamaris gave him a final hug while Olive slapped him playfully on the shoulder for the last time and Feng gave him a wide smile.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"Well... this is my cue to go. I love you all, and I'll give you call mom when I get there."</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Mya nodded. She knew if she said anything, she would start crying; so she kept her words minimal.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i>Pretend you don't see toddler Harper. I couldn't fit her birthday in here plot-wise, but you'll all see it next chapter. *waves hand* It's all an illusion!</i></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"Considering he took the shittiest bike we have, I'm willing to throw some money into the pot." Olive offered.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Robert scoffed. "Language, young lady. You're in the presence of children!"</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">And just like that, one Dennis was beginning his first steps to adulthood; while the rest of the Dennis-clan bet against his fresh start.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">For the record, Corrigan <i>did </i>make it in time for his flight... so the bet be damned! Corrigan showed them!</span><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">Here is the close-up of the exceptional Mr. Snuffle, in all his multi-colored hair glory.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-7fF_bb4akmA-7wivmSHRo3Zm-PHTLtrTILvfE07QQRUKhpaCN20vpNGk7CgIAES8nEKU8If8dvjaeYoR3a5T2GqefUlgJUixShpR35HK8FzKHxGIAAaR6ZbJAz0Cn_CVt7NEkKJ3Hpb3/s1600/Screenshot-118.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-7fF_bb4akmA-7wivmSHRo3Zm-PHTLtrTILvfE07QQRUKhpaCN20vpNGk7CgIAES8nEKU8If8dvjaeYoR3a5T2GqefUlgJUixShpR35HK8FzKHxGIAAaR6ZbJAz0Cn_CVt7NEkKJ3Hpb3/s400/Screenshot-118.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">And because I really like this picture with all my little heart; here he is strikin' a pose.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilcSMHyuMP7GgOqPjUYfpq5bbWKe_SJSq7KAkB458Xn38Ppuqmju8wA3M_fp93JqtuFdyMzMol_6HtnxjAhGr65pcRbzX6sLkoYJ7ZVpOTOMm0WeAMI0q1VgQve6ICA2fwRDZhBW_SwhEt/s1600/Screenshot-122.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilcSMHyuMP7GgOqPjUYfpq5bbWKe_SJSq7KAkB458Xn38Ppuqmju8wA3M_fp93JqtuFdyMzMol_6HtnxjAhGr65pcRbzX6sLkoYJ7ZVpOTOMm0WeAMI0q1VgQve6ICA2fwRDZhBW_SwhEt/s400/Screenshot-122.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Anyway, these are the "official" updates:</span><br />
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<ul><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Feng is at Level 3 of his Science career (Contraption Manipulator)</span></li>
<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Olive is *finally* at Level 2 of the Athletic Trainer career (Body Builder); and like I said last chapter, she is frakkin' buff... I call her McMuscles now.</span></li>
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</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><i>Well, that's about it. Time to move on to Chapter 22, I say!</i></b></span></div></div>GigaRevivalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16416368229832346047noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8797177559716728209.post-56466347460888412952011-09-21T23:06:00.000-07:002012-01-13T06:39:50.952-08:002.4--Taking the Plunge<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkGLi3crb6m4jeVrVVn4BvfZsEBMLLbg1rQVkjblFGNdDjSPZWdPwSx4dcAIZL0GsrXsevVlOl82wuZ6mCYOZbFDEy1-AHWOeLyJrbVjNtiY4f9KcHMMjcBtY-Ja1Ybx1vSqh_VA8rWwSe/s1600/Screenshot-339.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkGLi3crb6m4jeVrVVn4BvfZsEBMLLbg1rQVkjblFGNdDjSPZWdPwSx4dcAIZL0GsrXsevVlOl82wuZ6mCYOZbFDEy1-AHWOeLyJrbVjNtiY4f9KcHMMjcBtY-Ja1Ybx1vSqh_VA8rWwSe/s640/Screenshot-339.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">A few days after the engagement of Feng and Olive, another event was to take place; Adamaris's birthday.</span></span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">I swear, ALL of my chapters start with a birthday. 0_0</span><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZt8VSfOxW6odc3ZcnNSjd3TgH3PK3N0b2o1dIpXFQrywe6O575wiTBTKnmP4uXUcLzHPca2zTzuo0XhJRXJPZjcuaZ6zmjhfBdUTam5jjUbgbaZOF0R05xi_TT5ufnyIB2iCFFplS5f7N/s1600/Screenshot-332.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZt8VSfOxW6odc3ZcnNSjd3TgH3PK3N0b2o1dIpXFQrywe6O575wiTBTKnmP4uXUcLzHPca2zTzuo0XhJRXJPZjcuaZ6zmjhfBdUTam5jjUbgbaZOF0R05xi_TT5ufnyIB2iCFFplS5f7N/s640/Screenshot-332.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;">The Dennis family was pretty excited, although Olive wasn't sure she was ready to see her baby grow up.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">While Hayley looked slightly perturbed by the proximity of her brother-in-law.</span><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBr7maABui1-LqChmbkHDigP2Pv57OBUfPygs7Uc5W4ABknJsPnN4gyj1QD3hZ_67JiCPNcxwsmGwoKjfDgOvlTGNT-txYtEcZ500ARb9lEgMK7ecN-5KbYOu9O7WJ4bbYFuOtfUJO6sjO/s1600/Screenshot-354.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBr7maABui1-LqChmbkHDigP2Pv57OBUfPygs7Uc5W4ABknJsPnN4gyj1QD3hZ_67JiCPNcxwsmGwoKjfDgOvlTGNT-txYtEcZ500ARb9lEgMK7ecN-5KbYOu9O7WJ4bbYFuOtfUJO6sjO/s640/Screenshot-354.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> But ready or not, Adamaris morphed into a beautiful little girl.</span></span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">Who also looks slightly perturbed for some reason.</span><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9FTUEvaYQNuopLWZlsTsDMEEzUNJu-RCHzNwlirmngZlHMcJeCKg3mjpV3t0TZL2TaLNlKsZfkbnwV0IWPQjSqZ-gBMmmOGtxP-zyPGL7mO6VXZJWBAMoQ7dSumW9chYMH3PWtbzlQLZb/s1600/Screenshot-325.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9FTUEvaYQNuopLWZlsTsDMEEzUNJu-RCHzNwlirmngZlHMcJeCKg3mjpV3t0TZL2TaLNlKsZfkbnwV0IWPQjSqZ-gBMmmOGtxP-zyPGL7mO6VXZJWBAMoQ7dSumW9chYMH3PWtbzlQLZb/s640/Screenshot-325.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;">After the cake was eaten, Olive took it upon herself to play the dutiful hostess and talk to the guests; particularly Feng's family whom she had only had the opportunity to meet once.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;">"I'm glad you and Feng found each other." Mae, Feng's sister, began.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;">Olive laughed. "Me too."</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;">"I'm serious. We were starting to think he was a lost cause. I mean, he hasn't had a true girlfriend since high school and even <i>that </i>relationship was debatable."</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;">"What do you mean 'debatable?'"</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;">Mae smiled. "I'm <i>pretty </i>sure she was just dating him so he would do her homework. Feng was<i> </i><b>the </b>premier nerd at our school; granted I was in my last year of high school when he was just entering so I didn't get to see the full brunt of it while I was there."</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;">"You are aware that I'm standing right here, right?" Feng interrupted, blushing.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;">Olive took his hand. "Don't worry, Feng. Nerds turn me on."</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;">"Prove it. We could always sneak away for a bit."</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;">Mae laughed. "Aaaand this is my cue to leave the conversation."</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;">Olive whispered in Feng's ear. "And this is our cue to find a secluded spot... and quickly."</span><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjO0GfD_mEwRA7cKk_i3LmdfCng-Oc2ilobv2gNAnguC1sPCk_gLKH1t6-uXKAQPTtki21LmGDyeOYxYpnMi0Ym_Oh1VNUReolImaXDE8rcGeYXgGxcobsqnPKHNz1IDBMwYCy3io0syav7/s1600/Screenshot-32.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjO0GfD_mEwRA7cKk_i3LmdfCng-Oc2ilobv2gNAnguC1sPCk_gLKH1t6-uXKAQPTtki21LmGDyeOYxYpnMi0Ym_Oh1VNUReolImaXDE8rcGeYXgGxcobsqnPKHNz1IDBMwYCy3io0syav7/s640/Screenshot-32.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;">Once all of the guests had left, Adamaris made herself comfortable in the new room her parents and grandparents had furnished for her. She gaped and awed at all the new stuff before finally falling asleep, excited for her first day of school the next morning.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">The Next Day...</span><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgV3tJIM8Ni6LckDGLhLbd9Z1tFVYkwZSC65E-S0B7PYxpphK-TOgGghWgtHXkw3Zl-88uQobWURzLfmhKTOzJgvenTjSjYuEVzk0Lh7SQNvoW-VrNCR4_y7Jhs17K6RlFD9HQW9Qh-plDV/s1600/First+Day+of+School+%25283%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgV3tJIM8Ni6LckDGLhLbd9Z1tFVYkwZSC65E-S0B7PYxpphK-TOgGghWgtHXkw3Zl-88uQobWURzLfmhKTOzJgvenTjSjYuEVzk0Lh7SQNvoW-VrNCR4_y7Jhs17K6RlFD9HQW9Qh-plDV/s640/First+Day+of+School+%25283%2529.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;">"So... are you excited to start school? There will be a lot of kids to befriend, and homework to do, and trouble to evade..."</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;">"I won't get into trouble!" Adamaris interrupted.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;">Corrigan laughed. "I wasn't implying anything, dearest niece. I'm just giving you a heads up; and also letting you know that I'll be there at school... watching you." </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;">Corrigan made a promise to himself to watch over Ada. Almost everyone in Twinbrook knew about Olive and Randy's relationship and now that Randy had joined the police force people were starting to believe that Olive was intentionally keeping Randy and Ada separated as a means of payback, not protection or circumstance. He didn't want those rumors getting to Adamaris <b>or </b>Olive, if he could help it.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;">"You... you'll be... wa-watching me?" Adamaris stammered.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;">"Yep, but don't get so flustered. It's not you I'm worried about."</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;">"What do you mean?"</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;">Adamaris nodded, not fully understanding what her uncle meant.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;">"You nervous sweetheart?" Olive asked.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;">Ada shrugged. "Not really." She *was* nervous after her conversation with Uncle Snuffle, but decided to keep that to herself.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;">"You know, I remember when your mother and aunt were so nervous for <i>their </i>first day of school that they tried to get out of it by faking sick."</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;">"I did not mother! That was <i>totally </i>all Sybil. I booby-trapped the bathroom, remember?"</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;">Mya laughed. "Oh I certainly remember. Poor Sybil had to shower three times to get that dye out of her hair."</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;">Olive sighed. "One of my best pranks to date."</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;">"Hey! How come you never told me this mom?" Adamaris interrupted.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;">"Because I didn't want to give you any ideas that might fuel a rebellious streak." Olive winked.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;">"But I'm not rebellious."</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;">"I know and I would like to keep it that way."</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;">"Mooooommmm-" Adamaris said dramatically, "-I'm going to school, not moving out."</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;">"I know, I know. It's just... it feels like yesterday when you were just a little baby."</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;">"It <i>was </i>just yesterday that I was little baby."</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;">Olive laughed. "Go to school and stop correcting your mother."</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;">Adamaris started to back away, her eyes wide. She knew what was coming. "There's kids out here grandma!"</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;">"Exactly!" Mya quickly elapsed the space in-between them and gave her granddaughter a good pinch on the cheek. "Be a good wittle girl at school now, baby Ada-Mar-Mar!"</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;">Adamaris wiggled her way out of Mya's reach. "Thanks grandma... for everything." She said sarcastically.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;">Mya shrugged. "That's what I'm here for."</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;">"Yeah. How did you do it, mom?"</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;">"Do what?"</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;">"Deal with us growing up?"</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;">Mya laughed. "I didn't... trust me. I still have problems realizing that you and Syb are on your own. Not to mention Snuffle almost being an adult."</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;">"So how do you cope?"</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;">"Well, it's all a matter of perspective. You have children, you love and raise them, and then they move on. It is all a part of life and there's nothing you can really do about it except support them and be there for them when they need you most."</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;">Olive sighed. "So what you are saying is, it doesn't get any easier?"</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;">"Nope. But it does get <i>better. </i>Especially when you see your children mature and start a life of their own knowing that you helped them be successful in whatever manner they found it."</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;">"Do you consider <b>my</b> life successful?" Olive asked nervously.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;">"Of course I do. You've had your bumps and bruises along the way, as all of us do, but look at you now. You're a loving mother with a wonderful fiance and a budding career. You found success Olive, you just need to realize it."</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;">Olive smiled. "Thanks ma."</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;">Mya patted her hand. "You're welcome."</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;">"Wipe that grin off of your face, Mr. Dennis!" Mya smirked.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;">"I will not." He winked. "Looks like we'll be the proud grandparents of another baby."</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;">Mya laughed. "Well at least it's happening in the semi-correct order this time."</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;">"And with someone she loves." Rob added.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;">Mya smiled. "That too."</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;">"You're a welcome relief." Olive mused as she rubbed her belly. "Now it's time to tell everyone else."</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;">Corrigan was a bit too tired to process the information and stammered a "congrats sis" before stumbling off to bed.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;">Mya, on the other hand, wanted Olive to know that she meant it when she said she wanted enough grand-babies to fill her wallet. "And don't you forget it." She warned, playfully.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;">Olive laughed. "We'll see about that."</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;">"There's something I need to tell you." Olive said hesitantly, not wanting to broach the subject too bluntly in case it would upset Ada.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;">"What?"</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;">"Well... it looks like you're going to have a little brother or sister very soon."</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;">Olive laughed. "Whoa there, Mar. Slow down! You're going to have a system malfunction if you keep asking questions at that rate."</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;">"Can I help name it? Like you got to name Uncle Snuffle?"</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;">"Just for the record, Snuffleupagus was your grandmother's cruel form of a joke. Sybil and I named him Corrigan. And I don't see why you couldn't chip-in, in the naming department. Goodness knows me and your father can't decide on one. Tell you what, make a list of names that you like and when we figure out the sex, we'll pull one out of a hat."</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;">Adamaris smiled. "Okay! Can we still go toy shopping?"</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;">"For you or the baby?" Olive asked laughing.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;">Adamaris shrugged. "Can't it be for both?"</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;">"You, young lady, are too smart for your own good. Now get into bed and I'll read you a story."</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Two Days Later...</span><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjblbVwejfCavOxxvnSlMjhh3ujdRZDRJh5QR3cK2rqvUotbO8r8nnTHxaFGbE_irEigrXRbUKhvWP6h6V3PYMHPDvg3ROF0aBEfit31oMSqY3YwYLIuHJ8jCjPNkLiyqKgx2soxZZvFq3c/s1600/Screenshot-183.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjblbVwejfCavOxxvnSlMjhh3ujdRZDRJh5QR3cK2rqvUotbO8r8nnTHxaFGbE_irEigrXRbUKhvWP6h6V3PYMHPDvg3ROF0aBEfit31oMSqY3YwYLIuHJ8jCjPNkLiyqKgx2soxZZvFq3c/s640/Screenshot-183.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;">Once the tumult of getting the baby all set up was taken care of, Feng pushed for a quick backyard wedding to make their family official.<i> </i>Olive knew that their budding family was official with or without a slip of paper, but gave into Feng's wishes. She was happy just being engaged for the rest of their lives, but she knew that this meant a lot to him; so a wedding was planned by Feng while Olive took care of the logistics of fitting her very pregnant belly into a wedding gown.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;">"You look nice, sis." Corrigan offered.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;">"Yeah well... it wouldn't be possible without Mae. I looked amorphous in all the dresses I tried on yesterday."</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;">Corrigan laughed. "I don't know. I kind of liked the yellow one you brought home."</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;">"You mean the one that made me look like a fat banana? Yeah, no thanks."</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;">"Well I like this one. It makes you look like a... robust flower?"</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;">Olive laughed while punching Corrigan in the shoulder. "Shut up!"</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">This time it was Hayley's turn to show up in her wedding gown. 0_0</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;">"I can't believe it either."</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;">"Hey! Aren't you supposed to console me and tell me that I'm so totally awesome that there's no way I was staying single for long."</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;">Olive laughed. "If <i>that's </i>the answer you were expecting, then you married the wrong lady."</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;">Feng smiled. "Nah. I married the right one."</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;">But the Dennis clan didn't care that they looked like dancing idiots, they were just happy to be together... in whatever form that was possible.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"><b>Some outtakes from Ada's Birthday/the Wedding:</b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhf_enONlLo5QtAag_X4Niu06lzQ1epXVeVbVXo0LTo10LU2KYOSBRW1ot8TE9Lfe_XUsmdu9HTwAvmcppJGHoyrMbsyrohEcJYu0N0Fl4J9gcJY5543nc5gl8LpjHp2lmWjAi7dm67qVpv/s1600/Birthday+%25282%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhf_enONlLo5QtAag_X4Niu06lzQ1epXVeVbVXo0LTo10LU2KYOSBRW1ot8TE9Lfe_XUsmdu9HTwAvmcppJGHoyrMbsyrohEcJYu0N0Fl4J9gcJY5543nc5gl8LpjHp2lmWjAi7dm67qVpv/s400/Birthday+%25282%2529.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Grandpa Cho is upset he missed the cake.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXB_aMSytgXFqb_wdJQIqsjXbcEAmeoZwuYvJhRMXmF2VfVPmpGoXO-JFP3yM0FoI7qDg5_usfIpWD5CcVChyVbO3Lki4ptaaHBGTi4LUAi3Gqis1B0mcEDKYeAtXQ0HQ9NL7lK4y2ECBY/s1600/Screenshot-289+%25282%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXB_aMSytgXFqb_wdJQIqsjXbcEAmeoZwuYvJhRMXmF2VfVPmpGoXO-JFP3yM0FoI7qDg5_usfIpWD5CcVChyVbO3Lki4ptaaHBGTi4LUAi3Gqis1B0mcEDKYeAtXQ0HQ9NL7lK4y2ECBY/s400/Screenshot-289+%25282%2529.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Mya; the incredible she-hulk. Seriously, how is she carrying that cake? She looks perplexed/worried about the logistics as well.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><br />
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</b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Anyway, here are the <b>real </b>updates:</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"></div><ul><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Rob is officially at level 10 of the PI career. Woot!</span></li>
<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Feng is at level 2 of the Science career (lab tech)</span></li>
<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Olive is still at level 1 of the Athletic Trainer career, but she is friggin' muscular already.</span></li>
<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Haboob (the gnome that <a href="http://dennislegacy.blogspot.com/2011/08/chapter-ten-denniss-are-menaces.html"><b>scared the shit</b></a> out of Sybil) is <a href="http://i.imgur.com/LGldj.jpg"><b>>>dead<<</b></a>. : (</span></li>
<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I had Olive get two tattoos to make up for the week I missed (whoops!), which will be debuted next chapter.</span></li>
<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I keep forgetting to invite Feng's family to parties (hence Grandpa Cho missing out on the festivities), but they often show up on their own anyway... it's really cute.</span></li>
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<span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Whew! I *think* that covers everything, besides the crap-tastic situation of having to can the Dennis' soon. Four more chapters to go and I'll be moving on to Harper (unless my computer goes kaboom! again). Can't wait!</span><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCG1tJ1hzjMBKWLusTDWF8iX43Cvn3F_igqN7_JRXc61kQKfdKRwnzYggYEUEmjgK4CdxS63egTnYjVvwB80rIIUDebkLlCMzz4Ts3zrCyGCmb15mCN4Kyd-I1TF8CGv7VvyibFeat08Sr/s1600/Screenshot-7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCG1tJ1hzjMBKWLusTDWF8iX43Cvn3F_igqN7_JRXc61kQKfdKRwnzYggYEUEmjgK4CdxS63egTnYjVvwB80rIIUDebkLlCMzz4Ts3zrCyGCmb15mCN4Kyd-I1TF8CGv7VvyibFeat08Sr/s640/Screenshot-7.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">The next to reach Elderhood is Robert; he had been attempting to avoid the topic of his birthday all week, but his wife (and children) absolutely would not allow it. Just like Mya, he only wished for a small family gathering.<span style="font-size: x-small;"> </span></span></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Look! It's Snuffle! He still exists, I promise. He'll be featured more later on.</span></span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: red; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">So am I, Olive. So am I.</span></span></span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: red; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"I'm not <b>that</b> wrinkly." Robert scoffed.</span></span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: red; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;">"Now you will be <b>paid </b>to be lazy." Robert said laughing.</span></span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: red; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;">"Damn straight. I earned this. Do you know how many kids' noses I've had to wipe? And how many children I've had to send to the nurse because they <i>ate dirt</i>?"</span></span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: red; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;">"You <b>still </b>haven't let that go?"</span></span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: red; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;">"Hell no! I swear there is some genetic predisposition with Twinbrook citizens that somehow makes dirt look appetizing." Mya shuddered theatrically.</span></span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: red; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;">Robert shook his head, smiling to himself. "How much is your pension?"</span></span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: red; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;"> </span></span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: red; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;">"Nothing to get too excited about. Eighty dollars a day... for a Superintendent. They sure know how to make you feel worthy."</span></span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: red; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;">"<b>I </b>can help with that." </span></span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: red; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;">"Prove it." Mya said as she guided Robert towards their room. </span></span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: red; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">And to spare everyone having to use brain bleach after witnessing the horror that is an elder woohoo; I'll just leave it there. Although, now you're picturing it aren't you? *cue evil laugh*</span></span></span></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"We can always come up with some elaborate excuse and ditch the date tonight. Couldn't we Ada-Mar-Mar?"</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"Pickle!" Was the only response she got from Adamaris.</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Olive laughed. "Is that your word of the day?"</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"Pickle."</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"I'll take that as a yes."</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"So... why did you move to Twinbrook?"</span></span></span><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> </span></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"</span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">My whole family lives here, for one. My mom recently died and my sister <i>just </i>had a baby, so she couldn't be with our father as much as she wanted to; so I moved home to help out."</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"I'm sorry to hear that." Olive felt a tinge of sadness course through her when she realized her parents were getting to that age as well; her mom and dad were elders now and she wasn't sure how she was going to deal with losing one of them when the time came.</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Feng shrugged. "It happens to everyone; but I will admit I was happy to come home after living in Bridgeport for College. The city may be fun for a few years, but I was really starting to miss the quiet of a small town."</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"My parents and sister didn't move here until I was almost ready to graduate. We lived in Shang Simla until I was ten and then moved to Riverview. So <i>technically </i>Riverview is where I grew up, but it's pretty similar to here. And you?"</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"Twinbrook is my home, born and raised. I endured a pretty normal, run-of-the mill childhood; that is if you count getting pregnant at 16 'normal.'"</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"And the father?" Feng asked nervously. He really liked Olive, but if he was getting in the way of a budding family, he would happily leave her alone.</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"Not in the picture. He wasn't really in the picture to begin with to be entirely honest; we just rushed too fast... and well, you see where this is going."</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Feng looked over to Adamaris. "She is beautiful, just like her mom."</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Olive sighed. "I just hope she doesn't turn out just liker mom."</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"I don't know about that. Despite the circumstances, you seem like you have a good leash on life."</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"Pah!" Olive scoffed sarcastically. "I must be a <i>really </i>good actress then. Trust me, me and life have a longtime duel going and life is kicking my ass."</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Feng laughed. "Perhaps you just need a sparing partner."</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"Like you?"</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Feng just smiled in response. "How about we make this date more entertaining for Adamaris."</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Olive laughed. Feng seemed to be more excited about Adamaris mastering the rides than she was. "How are you so good with kids?"</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"My niece and nephew have taught me much. Except they are <i>way </i>more of a handful than little Ada here."</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"Don't let her fool you. Mar definitely knows how to make a proper fuss. Although she seems strangely content with you."</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"Must be my charm." Feng said with a wink.</span></span></span><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"Well, I like her... and I like you. I hope it isn't too soon to ask for a second date?"</span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggafSk0HfmLMZWZrCBTTeMocufVmx0pva9TZTxXueqLNqMOxn2x6MwRmon1ulFYx6Ahbz9MIp99I86_DXgIEpPPN0GiIW_H0UfjW_-9_smjSKS1nQ-xkkazWFitY7UPBZK5ogyc3rRRxxE/s1600/Screenshot-117.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggafSk0HfmLMZWZrCBTTeMocufVmx0pva9TZTxXueqLNqMOxn2x6MwRmon1ulFYx6Ahbz9MIp99I86_DXgIEpPPN0GiIW_H0UfjW_-9_smjSKS1nQ-xkkazWFitY7UPBZK5ogyc3rRRxxE/s640/Screenshot-117.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Olive quickly kissed him. "Is that a good enough answer for you?"</span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"I don't know. I might need another to be sure."</span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Olive laughed. "Well that is all you are getting, stud."</span></span></span><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> </span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Feng feigned rejection, hanging his head low and slouching his shoulders. "Oh well, I guess I'll have to make due."</span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Olive playfully slapped him on the shoulder. "You <i>can </i>however stay the night; that is, if you <i>want</i> to... but I don't think I'm ready to do anything more than just sleep, especially considering Adamaris is in the room."</span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7AS2J9HaW3gq1gVRbJZw8tdRkNQQi2n7nQ7B-6ujv9cB4XwtOJkQ2khCfB7B78Swoy4vYE6mGOkx2Egv5L3OJBNQItbOI7AWsUD7bGS-FgBKeLp4vGXWvORbkr65gWFOWTxi4024ZyGMr/s1600/Screenshot-128.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7AS2J9HaW3gq1gVRbJZw8tdRkNQQi2n7nQ7B-6ujv9cB4XwtOJkQ2khCfB7B78Swoy4vYE6mGOkx2Egv5L3OJBNQItbOI7AWsUD7bGS-FgBKeLp4vGXWvORbkr65gWFOWTxi4024ZyGMr/s640/Screenshot-128.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"I would <b>love </b>to <i>just </i>sleep with you, Olive Dennis."</span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh24ISYN-9y6IcTQso-2Fy-4FTzmZ3QXPZNde_J0F6hm4wClK9SBw-PNjKVBKUKAWLRWE2jmPiqEzQezx7Dj567LSPBPwReOWmq0WWJhHzRyHPV_khxba67D85ZDBg22t4DKJugeZ1tRyBQ/s1600/Screenshot-131.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh24ISYN-9y6IcTQso-2Fy-4FTzmZ3QXPZNde_J0F6hm4wClK9SBw-PNjKVBKUKAWLRWE2jmPiqEzQezx7Dj567LSPBPwReOWmq0WWJhHzRyHPV_khxba67D85ZDBg22t4DKJugeZ1tRyBQ/s640/Screenshot-131.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> </span></span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">And with that, for the first time in years, Olive had someone to share a bed with.</span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: blue;">The Next Morning...</span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrm49QpNd8dhHQj3ezvAyjUJ3AU0M-GIiXGzYDnpzhyphenhyphenKaXAmIzwAV3yJ2OE_qzwLH3NC3lxI5cq_aZkE0YOMwdEO0bZ1XyM9kxCI1bngwVzpsvM7vjNK9sLKiokL-ZyRGmMicMnR4otFgj/s1600/Screenshot-142.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrm49QpNd8dhHQj3ezvAyjUJ3AU0M-GIiXGzYDnpzhyphenhyphenKaXAmIzwAV3yJ2OE_qzwLH3NC3lxI5cq_aZkE0YOMwdEO0bZ1XyM9kxCI1bngwVzpsvM7vjNK9sLKiokL-ZyRGmMicMnR4otFgj/s640/Screenshot-142.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: small;">Feng had woken up early the next morning in order to get to work on-time, but not before wishing Olive and Adamaris a good day and having a brief run-in with Corrigan downstairs. Feng tried to introduced himself, but Corri's "stink eye" was all he got in response. Feeling awkward, Feng mumbled a quick "nice to meet you" before rushing out the door.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: small;">Later, when his parents met for breakfast, Corri unleashed his worry. "I don't like him." He began.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: small;">Mya laughed. "You and your father are determined to <b>not </b>like anyone Olive decides to date. From Olive's description, he seems like a nice fellow and I'm glad she has found him."</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Love is blind, mother..." Corrigan continued, "...and he seemed fishy to me; perhaps even <b>crazy. </b>He was mumbling to himself a lot and rubbing the back of his neck like he had something to hide."</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: small;">"It just sounds like nerves to me." </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Or schizophrenia!"</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Snuffle's right..." Robert interjected, "...we don't know much about this guy."</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: small;">Mya sighed. "Rob, you are supposed to be the voice of reason here, not me. You have our roles mixed up!"</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: small;">Robert laughed. "All right, all right. We'll give this guy a fair chance. Just everyone make sure to keep their eyes on him, is all I'm saying."</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjD2HKhZdXa7zyrJkeOhWIJpf7Wl4aNRGfGs54i-bREZVTVmBVIppW_pHaTJ7C5tnk6PZKMQXiyq4HT3PN0JpgFZNWfPhRU-zj_vCXvIUeMQ4An7ZiiQpNRd2NW1zYt1tAQOtsZtHaGK-ud/s1600/Screenshot-231+%25282%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjD2HKhZdXa7zyrJkeOhWIJpf7Wl4aNRGfGs54i-bREZVTVmBVIppW_pHaTJ7C5tnk6PZKMQXiyq4HT3PN0JpgFZNWfPhRU-zj_vCXvIUeMQ4An7ZiiQpNRd2NW1zYt1tAQOtsZtHaGK-ud/s640/Screenshot-231+%25282%2529.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWERqdzr33PXwbrWN6grhTxO4lTujaFHcTO7263OfelV1HOWQTV8N41grdisOGum9mV7MWCayw6p469oFs6BwGyvOUvV5nA476qrRvLoroE95o3W0vK9kO6eyEJ_n1eyfulxFiyxep__75/s1600/Screenshot-233+%25282%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWERqdzr33PXwbrWN6grhTxO4lTujaFHcTO7263OfelV1HOWQTV8N41grdisOGum9mV7MWCayw6p469oFs6BwGyvOUvV5nA476qrRvLoroE95o3W0vK9kO6eyEJ_n1eyfulxFiyxep__75/s640/Screenshot-233+%25282%2529.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: small;">Later that day, Olive made her way over to Sybil and Hayley's new house in the hopes of catching her sister before she went to work. She really needed to talk to someone that wasn't living in the Dennis household; someone who wasn't entirely convinced that Feng was mildly crazy (courtesy of Snuffle's wild imaginings).</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3fV_jLsV8Lq87X7ktFWxj1cwdCwBFIfEm_kEaSLgcXprSu-8YqTUe7hKI9NFfHVVQD-KoYwl-g9bkn8OK1Sn8jKl73p8YPz0675ZxeI1h-12D00lPpLKGUz6cuCgYKaACMLGYPAkT1x4j/s1600/Screenshot-246+%25282%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3fV_jLsV8Lq87X7ktFWxj1cwdCwBFIfEm_kEaSLgcXprSu-8YqTUe7hKI9NFfHVVQD-KoYwl-g9bkn8OK1Sn8jKl73p8YPz0675ZxeI1h-12D00lPpLKGUz6cuCgYKaACMLGYPAkT1x4j/s640/Screenshot-246+%25282%2529.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Mom already told me you went on a date." Sybil said as soon as they entered the house.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: small;">Olive laughed. "Figures."</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Well? How did it go? Is he nice? Did Adamaris like him? Tell me everything."</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: small;">"He's <i>really </i>nice... almost <i>too</i><b> </b>nice, if you ask me. And Mar loved him; that's what worries me the most."</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: small;">Sybil sighed, obviously frustrated with her sister. "Ollie, you deserve someone nice so don't discount him on that alone. And you can't keep judging future relationships on that ass-hat Randy; like it or not, not <b>all </b>men are like him and are going to just leave you and Mar. Plus, he wanted to meet your daughter on the first date, which shows that he is aware you and Mar are a package deal."</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Well that speech was suspiciously level-headed of you."</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: small;">Sybil laughed. "Me and Lee discussed it right after mom called. It's pretty much her speech, but I threw the 'ass-hat' portion in there to really make it my own."</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: small;">"So you and Lee think I should go along with this?"</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Yes. I know you are worried about Mar, but you have to figure yourself in there too. You deserve to be happy sis and if he can help with that, then go for it."</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: small;">Olive narrowed her eyes at Sybil. "Lee's speech again?"</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Totally." Sybil said sheepishly.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
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</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: small;">Despite their initial reservations, Corri and Rob began to like Feng. Although it was <i>much </i>easier for Feng to get on Robert's good side; all he needed to do was fix a few appliances around the house and Rob and him were pretty much in a bro-mance ever since.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: small;">"After all, anyone who is going to enter the Dennis family had better damn well be good at videogames." Corrigan reasoned.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: left;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Then I guess I better practice because I'm pretty sure my recent victory was just a streak of luck."</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: left;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
Corrigan winked. "Or I felt <i>really </i>bad for you and let you win."</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: left;"><br />
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"I take it that means you approve of me now?"</span></div><br />
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"I guess if my sister likes you, I should too. Plus, anyone willing to sit through three hours of losing videogames in order to prove they like my sister is all right in my book. I'm still going to call you 'insane-Feng' though."</span></div><br />
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"Does this mean I can call you 'Snuffle?'"</span></div><br />
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Corrigan gave Feng his signature "stink-eye" in response.</span></div><br />
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Feng laughed. "All right... I won't push it."</span></div><br />
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A few days later and Feng was ready to take their relationship to the next level. He basically lived there anyway, he was convinced that Olive was the woman for him, and he pretty much adopted Adamaris as his daughter... so why not make it official?</span></div><br />
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He decided to ask Rob and Mya for her hand first, as the Dennis family seemed particularly protective of Olive (and with good reason). They both graciously gave their permission.</span></div><br />
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Mya and Robert had been discussing this possibility for a while now and decided to give him Mya's wedding ring as a present (and a gesture of their consent) so he could propose properly.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
"I want this ring handed down in the family. I <i>was </i>going to give it to Syb when she got married, but she thought Olive would appreciate it more. So here you go. Take care of it and welcome to the family."</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
Feng didn't have words to express his thanks, so he pulled them both into a hug instead.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
Robert laughed at his potential son-in-laws enthusiasm. "I'm glad she found you. And I'm glad <i>we </i>found you; now you'll be here to fix <i>all </i>of the appliances I break."</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
Mya rolled her eyes. "Good luck with that. This man is human wrecking ball."</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
"So I've seen." Feng said laughing.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
Robert shrugged. "It's part of my charm."</span></div><br />
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As soon as Olive returned from training a client, Feng proposed. Olive was ecstatic and said yes without a second thought.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
"This is my mother's ring." Olive said while they were still locked in embrace.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
"I asked for their blessing and they gave me your mother's ring to propose with. They said they wished for it to be passed down."</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
Olive smiled. "Then it will be."</span></div><br />
<div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">------------------------------------------</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">*Finally* Olive has found someone who doesn't make me cringe. And by "found" I mean, I totally kidnapped, made a past for, and then integrated into the Dennis household. I love Feng, so I'm excited to see their kiddos (or kid, since Olive is only supposed to have one more to meet the "two children" requirement). </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I mentioned in my last Chapter how much of a hassle it was to get Feng over to Twinbrook... so just let me reiterate... IT WAS A HASSLE! But I think it paid off, so I'm happy... for now.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Twallan's SP is not being nice to Sybil and Hayley. They apparently fight all the effing time, so I have to cheat and change households to fix their relationship (they will not break-up! I'm absolutely determined). They also had a daughter named Michelle (which can be seen <a href="http://familyecho.com/?p=G6F0A&c=op4nl46cum&f=184863046669920147#view:G6F0A" style="font-weight: bold;">>>HERE<<</a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">, </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">but be warned that I'm quite ahead in-game so there is massive spoilers</span>).</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Also, there was the small debut of the house calisims made for Sybil and Hayley. I absolutely love it! And it has just enough room for future additions to the Dennis clan. Thanks again, cali!</span></div>GigaRevivalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16416368229832346047noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8797177559716728209.post-60490795729692200502011-08-29T13:11:00.000-07:002012-01-12T06:03:16.700-08:002.2--A Wedding<div style="color: red;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><br />
</b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6weftGlkEKpV3y8xHaXUc2aauozQzIHCer5R-vvjW0oRMo7_ksR0o3or0uIB6apEs_AdZgrQggkzroKH-KsWBT3PswKvUzhGAGM0I48kRUWKoVDWbVJpLfpAkU-zUS0a0z6uTxKDvvGsr/s1600/Screenshot-38.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6weftGlkEKpV3y8xHaXUc2aauozQzIHCer5R-vvjW0oRMo7_ksR0o3or0uIB6apEs_AdZgrQggkzroKH-KsWBT3PswKvUzhGAGM0I48kRUWKoVDWbVJpLfpAkU-zUS0a0z6uTxKDvvGsr/s640/Screenshot-38.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div style="color: red;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Mya decides to start their first week in the new Dennis house with a bang.</span></span></span></div><div style="color: red;"><br />
</div><div style="color: red;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">As per her agreement, the kids threw her a small family gathering since Mya didn't care for everyone in Twinbrook to witness her turning into a "wrinkle infested old lady."</span></span></span></div><div style="color: red;"><br />
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</div><div style="color: red;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;">Robert joked about it with her one night; "I thought you said you love kids?"</span></span></span></div><div style="color: red;"><br />
</div><div style="color: red;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;">"Yeah... my <b>own </b>children. It's other people's kids I can't stand."</span></span></span></div><div style="color: red;"><br />
</div><div style="color: red;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;">"Then you entered the wrong career, babe."</span></span></span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;"> </span></span></span></div><div style="color: red;"><br />
</div><div style="color: red;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;">Mya laughed. "Tell me about it."</span></span></span></div><div style="color: red;"><br />
</div><div style="color: red;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;">But that was all in Mya's past; now she could stay home, be lazy, and play with her grandchildren. Who could ask for anything better?</span></span></span></div><div style="color: red;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8cXgi2kOhLe-0KeLdueeK1bsr4syu4_QbU85A8_Me3mGXM6NqIo2EHRtoYzqcSMnhTahzwwjo9yzhNN87uMEi89iWhqoFRLOoP8kIuC1Ys9ge_E8BSFEmogREGWnO3zTW2gJMqAsqrxSD/s1600/Screenshot-6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8cXgi2kOhLe-0KeLdueeK1bsr4syu4_QbU85A8_Me3mGXM6NqIo2EHRtoYzqcSMnhTahzwwjo9yzhNN87uMEi89iWhqoFRLOoP8kIuC1Ys9ge_E8BSFEmogREGWnO3zTW2gJMqAsqrxSD/s640/Screenshot-6.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div style="color: red;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;"> That night, the Dennis clan all went to bed early as they had a wedding to plan and attend the next day.</span></span></span></div><div style="color: red;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;"><br />
</span></span></span></div><div style="color: red;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;">As usual, Hayley and Sybil slept on the old mattress that Mya and Rob let them borrow; except this time it wasn't in a cramped kitchen, but in a spacious entryway. </span></span></span></div><div style="color: red;"><br />
</div><div><div style="color: red;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;">Now Sybil didn't have to worry about falling off and knocking something over, thus waking the whole family like she did the night they spent in their old house. And Lee had been no help; she just laughed at Sybil as she attempted to hastily put everything back in its place and find the bed. "It's like a Monty Python skit!" Hayley said.</span></span></span></div><div style="color: red;"><br />
</div><div style="color: red;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;">Despite their "tumultuous" first week of engagement however, both the girls were happily dreaming of tomorrow. Sybil was excited to have Lee as her wife and Lee was equally excited to build a home and family with Sybil.</span></span></span></div><div style="color: red;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;"> </span></span></span></div><div style="color: red;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="color: blue;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">The Wedding Day...</span></span></span></span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: red; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4JpY1KnaeXtN1DtHf336M9Uj5NuwbCTuK9EhHDntqQx96OjxE4RsJk0rpsTV_bY77IDl5tVM-gFQZpaUXuOULhowlscdAPnxXORDslzIyxXMfotceEFY1raeBD-R3rgtgaMp2n5W3m90E/s1600/Screenshot-54.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4JpY1KnaeXtN1DtHf336M9Uj5NuwbCTuK9EhHDntqQx96OjxE4RsJk0rpsTV_bY77IDl5tVM-gFQZpaUXuOULhowlscdAPnxXORDslzIyxXMfotceEFY1raeBD-R3rgtgaMp2n5W3m90E/s640/Screenshot-54.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div style="color: red;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;">Sybil and Hayley got up early to make sure that the venue was set up properly, while the rest of the family got ready. They decided to go traditional and have their wedding at the local Chapel. <span style="font-size: x-small;"><--I wish my computer's low graphics could properly do this lot justice. It's absolutely brilliant.</span></span></span></span></div><div style="color: red;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: red; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgH0kK2ir_-3GFk_fcWweBBIj4m1aiiRSSjzl5-Zb0NuNfKGgmrgoQrjMgPNcWCxhrfRfD16CAXiAoXKbY5mzVMsrkSLNvB3qCculsKSLfWo8g3mEar26Aw5Uk1uKZX-a-tZ-FSs2u_imVt/s1600/Screenshot-55.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgH0kK2ir_-3GFk_fcWweBBIj4m1aiiRSSjzl5-Zb0NuNfKGgmrgoQrjMgPNcWCxhrfRfD16CAXiAoXKbY5mzVMsrkSLNvB3qCculsKSLfWo8g3mEar26Aw5Uk1uKZX-a-tZ-FSs2u_imVt/s640/Screenshot-55.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: red; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPKHVSGqvQkRVBw5k9hmHuLJsEgQtc0Fb5InFz0dLV3_DH8o-g4L2zu3ty8UK9LjKmKoYOAp28TcK8r3fLwa7IqtZesLz133HnZm5ZIPeyeA2-D3RllC6pUzNg5c4qL8IttN67cVc8MtLK/s1600/Screenshot-56.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPKHVSGqvQkRVBw5k9hmHuLJsEgQtc0Fb5InFz0dLV3_DH8o-g4L2zu3ty8UK9LjKmKoYOAp28TcK8r3fLwa7IqtZesLz133HnZm5ZIPeyeA2-D3RllC6pUzNg5c4qL8IttN67cVc8MtLK/s640/Screenshot-56.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div style="color: red;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Walking through the Chapel, Sybil couldn't believe that someone actually wanted to marry </span></span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>her.</b></span></span></span></div><div style="color: red;"><br />
</div><div style="color: red;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"This <b>has </b>to be some weird cosmic joke. I mean... I'm bat-shit insane at my worst and suffer mild neurotic attacks at my <b>best</b>. Oh my-lanta! What have I convinced Lee into doing? What if I'm in a coma and this is all a dream?! WHAT IF I DON'T EXIST???!!!!!"</span></span></span></div><div style="color: red;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: red; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgo7EOEomuLbKvkMU2GbNR3NAcnAW1T-03M8AmiZ87X1Af57cVd_ouJqM68yOxjxn18-OpoPOU-loL8E4u31kaEoxNSfL0k_9bZsKfgEUuvCucSreXxUQ8gIV71ly-aYobEbRH8ERZcBwfG/s1600/Screenshot-63.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgo7EOEomuLbKvkMU2GbNR3NAcnAW1T-03M8AmiZ87X1Af57cVd_ouJqM68yOxjxn18-OpoPOU-loL8E4u31kaEoxNSfL0k_9bZsKfgEUuvCucSreXxUQ8gIV71ly-aYobEbRH8ERZcBwfG/s640/Screenshot-63.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div style="color: red;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"Don't you think that is jumping the gun there, babe? <b>Usually</b> it takes you contemplating the universe to jumping straight to the 'coma' theory. You skipped quite a few fears in between 'I can't believe I'm getting married' and 'I must not exist.'" Hayley said, interrupting Sybil's <i>almost </i>full-blown panic attack. She had seen enough of these over the years to know that simply circumventing Sybil's thinking process tends to make it stop.</span></span></span></div><div style="color: red;"><br />
</div><div style="color: red;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"It must be the adrenaline." Sybil offered sheepishly.</span></span></span></div><div style="color: red;"><br />
</div><div style="color: red;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"Well let me say this then. This isn't some fluke. I love you and you love me and we're tying the knot as a symbol of that... nothing more, nothing less. Besides, I'm pretty sure it was <b>me </b>that convinced <b>you </b>that we should get married. You just beat me to the proposal."</span></span></span></div><div style="color: red;"><br />
</div><div style="color: red;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Sybil laughed. "I think you have your facts mixed up. I <i>definitely </i>came up with the marriage idea." Sybil saw that Hayley was about to retort, and quickly added, "...but let's just agree to disagree. I don't want to start our new life with a fight."</span></span></span></div><div style="color: red;"><br />
</div><div style="color: red;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"Oh no! You aren't getting away with this that easy. I'll let you stop this now, but I fully intend to win this fight <b>after</b> the marriage."</span></span></span></div><div style="color: red;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> </span></span></span></div><div style="color: red;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"That's the spirit! Now I <b>know </b>you are a Dennis. 'Don't fight unless you intend to win' is pretty much our family's motto."</span></span></span></div><div style="color: red;"><br />
</div><div style="color: red;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"I gathered as much." Hayley said, chuckling. "But I'm not a Dennis <b>yet</b>."</span></span></span></div><div style="color: red;"><br />
</div><div style="color: red;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"Well, you will be in an hour. Are you sure you want to do this? You've seen my family and you know how crazy I can get, I don't want..."</span></span></span></div><div style="color: red;"><br />
</div><div style="color: red;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Hayley pulled her into a hug. "I <b>want </b>this Syb. There's nothing more in the world that I want. I promise. Now stop trying to talk me out of it and go finish getting ready!"</span></span></span></div><div style="color: red;"><br />
</div><div style="color: red;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"Well all right then Mrs. Dennis." If Sybil was somehow unconvinced of Hayley fitting in with the Dennis clan before, her opinion had been thoroughly reversed.</span></span></span></div><div style="color: red;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> </span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: red; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCDFcO7H5qmIzKwvp-zdTPvhpH5VuTJ9mAEyYszM98Su7pZfV89z_sj9ZeFmEXP_LrDx8stZ47JCmTnKzMC7yRod8QS10EyAMQwEjxVtLJxugs5ujYCk9_bp4gE4ay43sKfLemYAaceX7z/s1600/Screenshot-61.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCDFcO7H5qmIzKwvp-zdTPvhpH5VuTJ9mAEyYszM98Su7pZfV89z_sj9ZeFmEXP_LrDx8stZ47JCmTnKzMC7yRod8QS10EyAMQwEjxVtLJxugs5ujYCk9_bp4gE4ay43sKfLemYAaceX7z/s640/Screenshot-61.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: red; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDgH0m8rKzSlXodU9IX6Fbu59Wqbil6lZBkv2rpYFMMCAGg9dOqxc1qZfw00H7ISOKdOBrj7bf8yW5KBXEC8Gwo1Upevn8-_psnYKkWdwFZ3GlKPQq-fb2ZVzOM8OLHqTDvZ85sRWglnLr/s1600/Screenshot-58.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDgH0m8rKzSlXodU9IX6Fbu59Wqbil6lZBkv2rpYFMMCAGg9dOqxc1qZfw00H7ISOKdOBrj7bf8yW5KBXEC8Gwo1Upevn8-_psnYKkWdwFZ3GlKPQq-fb2ZVzOM8OLHqTDvZ85sRWglnLr/s640/Screenshot-58.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div style="color: red;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Minutes before their wedding, the girls retreated again to the dressing rooms in order to let their guests be seated.</span></span></span></div><div style="color: red;"><br />
</div><div style="color: red;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">While Sybil was trying to calm herself down <b>again</b>, Hayley was inspecting her figure. </span></span></span></div><div style="color: red;"><br />
</div><div style="color: red;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"I swear I'm getting fatter." Hayley thought to herself. "I thought the 'letting go' process started <b>after</b> you were married, not before?!"</span></span></span></div><div style="color: red;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: red; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNuRZyx5Wv6aQXhmD8B-u7__tDuyoHChtHYQs6FbXY3Laerti8GcHF7D05D-7okKsXtw9OCH2FlCPoWonyy3a12r57fSuQUsGKO9ZCRJt38rSBAG4zT1o1DhM9yZto8Ow0YiGvxG7SaV5c/s1600/Screenshot-72.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNuRZyx5Wv6aQXhmD8B-u7__tDuyoHChtHYQs6FbXY3Laerti8GcHF7D05D-7okKsXtw9OCH2FlCPoWonyy3a12r57fSuQUsGKO9ZCRJt38rSBAG4zT1o1DhM9yZto8Ow0YiGvxG7SaV5c/s640/Screenshot-72.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div style="color: red;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Before Hayley could finish that thought, the wedding bells chimed and it was time for her to officially join the Dennis family.</span></span></span></div><div style="color: red;"><br />
</div><div style="color: red;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"</span></span></span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Because this ring is perfectly symmetrical, it signifies the perfection of true love. As I place it on your finger, I give you all that I am and ever hope to be."</span></span></div><div style="color: red;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: red; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDVJuSboYyjqCkn1M5l-3JXCtFWVYTu-IXbfs8dBnBzzQGwL8Cv8y6Am1Xm2rWo-3IqHL_oIiTaVSvEZWYvR0lC6VwJeSJ9qw0qW3_bRtXTKvcnGXTwlUx5RrE3dCpUPdqX1JDn0xPyDjo/s1600/Screenshot-70.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDVJuSboYyjqCkn1M5l-3JXCtFWVYTu-IXbfs8dBnBzzQGwL8Cv8y6Am1Xm2rWo-3IqHL_oIiTaVSvEZWYvR0lC6VwJeSJ9qw0qW3_bRtXTKvcnGXTwlUx5RrE3dCpUPdqX1JDn0xPyDjo/s640/Screenshot-70.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div style="color: red;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> </span></span><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> </span></span></span></div><div style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"</span><span style="font-size: small;">Because this ring has no end or beginning, it signifies the continuation of true love. As I place it on your finger, I give you all that I am and ever hope to be."</span></div><div style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: red; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYaf48ItSWm2N19n25vmkscMvdI5ECKb3ZAV67E52XYjlqARHVXDGHb8e2RSCjZUxKdjSn3xt8-FhW6Boe41rrEmeg__ZqqAKRgeTAWb9f7gWamEMkSq7bfJGsx9S88FCMmoAKBT-2lvIq/s1600/Screenshot-76.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYaf48ItSWm2N19n25vmkscMvdI5ECKb3ZAV67E52XYjlqARHVXDGHb8e2RSCjZUxKdjSn3xt8-FhW6Boe41rrEmeg__ZqqAKRgeTAWb9f7gWamEMkSq7bfJGsx9S88FCMmoAKBT-2lvIq/s640/Screenshot-76.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: red; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaAVET_IIH0e4Ny-Z69Jf_XV8_TXLG-27llejNvWE17ivuUnhoR8kEihuNCYXtFrG33hGeiy24ItTjM0InkMyvCDe9cVKKclgajM5nWVn_btuw5dIv57eF8vCOuGRLJdeFYryjeN1khPMe/s1600/Screenshot-78.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaAVET_IIH0e4Ny-Z69Jf_XV8_TXLG-27llejNvWE17ivuUnhoR8kEihuNCYXtFrG33hGeiy24ItTjM0InkMyvCDe9cVKKclgajM5nWVn_btuw5dIv57eF8vCOuGRLJdeFYryjeN1khPMe/s640/Screenshot-78.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: red; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgShOu_tj-WfuYkW-TS0nZteYm5Hyz33vaVeNLJIOAoGKeH6AuPh-W8VeQ8woB3PfpgN9eixtdaq4ekn741t4gUncB8lcEySfPhRt2vfCVPTcydSwv2O3NAHJyZgEXTOLcpUP0RbIFSiRBc/s1600/Screenshot-80.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgShOu_tj-WfuYkW-TS0nZteYm5Hyz33vaVeNLJIOAoGKeH6AuPh-W8VeQ8woB3PfpgN9eixtdaq4ekn741t4gUncB8lcEySfPhRt2vfCVPTcydSwv2O3NAHJyZgEXTOLcpUP0RbIFSiRBc/s640/Screenshot-80.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">And just like that, Hayley Cornett was now Hayley Dennis... and tied to possibly the craziest woman in Twinbrook. But, as she said, she wanted this and she wanted <b>her</b>, so Hayley's wish had been fulfilled.</span></div><div style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"So... how does it feel to be my wife?" Hayley asked.</span></div><div style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"I won't be able to accurately answer that until tonight." Sybil answered with a suggestive grin.</span></div><div style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Sybil laughed when she saw the shocked look on Hayley's face. "What? Olive's lechery was bound to rub off on me over the years."</span></div><div style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Hayley smiled. "I like it."</span></div><div style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: blue;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Reception Montage....</span></span></span></span></div><div style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: blue;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">*cue sappy 90's love song*</span></span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: red; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHxqHNRTWYPAYvfnjQsj5BiTLhi7VCRpZjOK5R1CmpoMJmB8dt6-DA1-xr12BnYI6GlRFTBI_BnGPblAQMlowo5Xobrld2tJPlM5apRs-cjGgjPtA7MSYbAstVF1BHz4XZvWCxu_3xT7Jf/s1600/Screenshot-84.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHxqHNRTWYPAYvfnjQsj5BiTLhi7VCRpZjOK5R1CmpoMJmB8dt6-DA1-xr12BnYI6GlRFTBI_BnGPblAQMlowo5Xobrld2tJPlM5apRs-cjGgjPtA7MSYbAstVF1BHz4XZvWCxu_3xT7Jf/s640/Screenshot-84.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: red; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRVufW9ogjgTJ52YaOvg4H0CareYsPDqJ_fBpTDNA_GQggmNcQATrRlay58qxrY-4afUkNOX5XXHZFob_hrcseHeFeuDkcVeK0ecc6mfa7lKHcBOQjXNn7L9gakxhJrQDYhVossQWOmLgZ/s1600/Screenshot-85.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRVufW9ogjgTJ52YaOvg4H0CareYsPDqJ_fBpTDNA_GQggmNcQATrRlay58qxrY-4afUkNOX5XXHZFob_hrcseHeFeuDkcVeK0ecc6mfa7lKHcBOQjXNn7L9gakxhJrQDYhVossQWOmLgZ/s640/Screenshot-85.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: red; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioyn6tUQapeGGWDZz1NxRa9NSkMliSb3W-6fWic_n8Wldixc95uTi0XtUI1Tv7B6u-DFB3DYt58Qn_C67Omf7F1Vy5cqy_Ej-9I4cZagIFAA3ekvCmMvumlF7S-3n_wUqJfMmry1es9LCC/s1600/Screenshot-90.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioyn6tUQapeGGWDZz1NxRa9NSkMliSb3W-6fWic_n8Wldixc95uTi0XtUI1Tv7B6u-DFB3DYt58Qn_C67Omf7F1Vy5cqy_Ej-9I4cZagIFAA3ekvCmMvumlF7S-3n_wUqJfMmry1es9LCC/s640/Screenshot-90.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: red; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcHeH3qd5YOmwR0ekvuPEfSnERBRrUnKnov6dLI1SbdipolImVlbDkuA5bVhVy-x1q51ECO0q3__zxhuGETExBIBiJtgEkDWLXzPmUaUqv9CBH-MsdOYZ8523P5vQqppy5CpEN2z4oJFAr/s1600/Screenshot-97.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcHeH3qd5YOmwR0ekvuPEfSnERBRrUnKnov6dLI1SbdipolImVlbDkuA5bVhVy-x1q51ECO0q3__zxhuGETExBIBiJtgEkDWLXzPmUaUqv9CBH-MsdOYZ8523P5vQqppy5CpEN2z4oJFAr/s640/Screenshot-97.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"> </span></div><div style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">Aaaaand just for funsies...</span></b></div><div style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: red; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: red; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjN4wJrXXe-B45XYza_xUhsQHljbZXHeQc7H5jHp1FgvnjI7KfzQnsJYElHKhsQ_jqww5u3Kwj18aPgmTvWvN_7YewgXdIpYS4-Lnc2-A2nJNiH8bk3zEzk4Qoi_6qXXlTnXP7bCSB84aTx/s1600/Screenshot-96.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjN4wJrXXe-B45XYza_xUhsQHljbZXHeQc7H5jHp1FgvnjI7KfzQnsJYElHKhsQ_jqww5u3Kwj18aPgmTvWvN_7YewgXdIpYS4-Lnc2-A2nJNiH8bk3zEzk4Qoi_6qXXlTnXP7bCSB84aTx/s640/Screenshot-96.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div style="color: red;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> <b style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">^^... Adamaris sat out the entire procession on the dance floor. She is quite the little raver. </span></b><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: blue;"> </span></span></span></span></span></span></div><div style="color: red;"><br />
</div><div style="color: red;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: blue;">The Next Day...</span></span></span></span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: red; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-uQNtcOwtIciapOz7-dDtfFIzVYiqcJeaBW4lUBu-DEhwcdclQmphGgXJh4l5MMfq2GQGLR_mwL4cgrcbV5ol_f7BhLrV_ojU9Iz61EyLulVYyrBhz9rhwEVskzgsg0CKjTZco6Hu-Hbw/s1600/Screenshot-110.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-uQNtcOwtIciapOz7-dDtfFIzVYiqcJeaBW4lUBu-DEhwcdclQmphGgXJh4l5MMfq2GQGLR_mwL4cgrcbV5ol_f7BhLrV_ojU9Iz61EyLulVYyrBhz9rhwEVskzgsg0CKjTZco6Hu-Hbw/s640/Screenshot-110.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div style="color: red;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">The night before, Hayley had confessed to Sybil that she was carrying their first child from the one night they were able to sneak a quickie while the family was out during their engagement. Sybil was ecstatic, albeit <b>very </b>scared, to be a mother; but Hayley reassured her that they would get through it.</span></span></span></div><div style="color: red;"><br />
</div><div style="color: red;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">They had planned to move out the day after the wedding to a nice, little house a few miles away (thanks cali!); so they decided to leak the news before they left.</span></span></span></div><div style="color: red;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> </span></span></span></div><div style="color: red;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Mya had absolutely no qualms accosting her new daughter-in-law. "You see this wallet? It's basically empty except for <b>two </b>pictures of Adamaris. I want enough grand-babies to <b>fill</b> this wallet. Understood?"</span></span></span></div><div style="color: red;"><br />
</div><div style="color: red;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Hayley laughed while saluting Mya in a mock gesture of consent. "Understood Captain."</span></span></span></div><div style="color: red;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: red; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPjhdjONqb5MAaJ6G0BGnfS42hrYa95rk8e3kXFs1z-O8rxFy6dylgO_ZGPGZKdMQa7Gqz4TbTGcMgG9Yh8iBMCczlOclE3AtZ68yC3O9tObpcqH6qpC8iydBCF6ISfexeSYk_9qGp67w5/s1600/Screenshot-113.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPjhdjONqb5MAaJ6G0BGnfS42hrYa95rk8e3kXFs1z-O8rxFy6dylgO_ZGPGZKdMQa7Gqz4TbTGcMgG9Yh8iBMCczlOclE3AtZ68yC3O9tObpcqH6qpC8iydBCF6ISfexeSYk_9qGp67w5/s640/Screenshot-113.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div style="color: red;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Olive, on the other hand, although extremely happy to hear the news was at the same time sad to her sister(s) go. After all, she, Sybil, and Hayley had gone through a lot over the years and now they would be journeying off without her.</span></span></span></div><div style="color: red;"><br />
</div><div style="color: red;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"I'm going to miss you guys, Syb." </span></span></span></div><div style="color: red;"><br />
</div><div style="color: red;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"Honestly, Olive! You talk as if we are moving to Shang Simla!"</span></span></span></div><div style="color: red;"><br />
</div><div style="color: red;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Olive laughed. "I know. It's just... I'm used to having you and Hayley close when I needed to talk. And vent. And make fun of mom when she does something ridiculous."</span></span></span></div><div style="color: red;"><br />
</div><div style="color: red;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"We'll be just a phone call away, Ollie. And I promise that we'll still be there to laugh at mom."</span></span></span></div><div style="color: red;"><br />
</div><div style="color: red;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"You know I can hear you two, right?" Mya scoffed.</span></span></span></div><div style="color: red;"><br />
</div><div style="color: red;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"Love you mom!" Sybil and Olive said unanimously.</span></span></span></div><div style="color: red;"><br />
</div><div style="color: red;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Robert chuckled. "<b>Nice</b> recovery."</span></span></span></div><div style="color: red;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: red; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBb5ROtCCq4k4gcwugQjU5kBP0d8xiUIFUyL4XMtGv-Xjag05rnPyN6TnXBOc-u018ZomDSSW_Gi19eABFK3NAIRN2-2kbI2VBCzIVqNw5x_8lAZ2HmICUrB3m36VYAEg4tWhxz_4jcoEM/s1600/Screenshot-115.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBb5ROtCCq4k4gcwugQjU5kBP0d8xiUIFUyL4XMtGv-Xjag05rnPyN6TnXBOc-u018ZomDSSW_Gi19eABFK3NAIRN2-2kbI2VBCzIVqNw5x_8lAZ2HmICUrB3m36VYAEg4tWhxz_4jcoEM/s640/Screenshot-115.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: red; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyCweYY75C8wy-uCZ7Zt02DK7STNcd4LAi5WoDTsXXO_Y-ovkju_FKbejE4a-MQGFG9NRFGGb868egcDjNjOL5gjdOBMzY9GmId8JW1fBfLjuM-xaW2nCY44PB5ugIqEsS-yH5TLz1YBtr/s1600/Screenshot-116.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyCweYY75C8wy-uCZ7Zt02DK7STNcd4LAi5WoDTsXXO_Y-ovkju_FKbejE4a-MQGFG9NRFGGb868egcDjNjOL5gjdOBMzY9GmId8JW1fBfLjuM-xaW2nCY44PB5ugIqEsS-yH5TLz1YBtr/s640/Screenshot-116.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: red; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhypq4TxZj1qg-X7cG8xgy-5dWDLsWjHBjsD5F2TJxntzGTZIbfHH8xpyQ5EJS-O26RJrrgTCjSydm9XWzhRU1T_6VLot8wPYk0AaKNJY6HTOjRuMg6jc3PfCsGnuXvxy20p6-ypDBiP9pl/s1600/Screenshot-121.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhypq4TxZj1qg-X7cG8xgy-5dWDLsWjHBjsD5F2TJxntzGTZIbfHH8xpyQ5EJS-O26RJrrgTCjSydm9XWzhRU1T_6VLot8wPYk0AaKNJY6HTOjRuMg6jc3PfCsGnuXvxy20p6-ypDBiP9pl/s640/Screenshot-121.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div style="color: red;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> And with that, Sybil made the final call to the real estate agent, said goodbye to her family, and then left with her spouse to start their new life.</span></span></span></div><div style="color: red;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: red; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdkebbpJGwOAcISh6lrPHVOsC9w-FoWwp96eT4uz9O2t5_Np22XHcm37jcXKZQxIm-IETP-a3HxZBO9BAuToNIJfXfiAFiHHfLfUneYDO8-vEcvr4d57qZAwI3syGgF9yEFOPZttHJR_tx/s1600/Screenshot-107.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdkebbpJGwOAcISh6lrPHVOsC9w-FoWwp96eT4uz9O2t5_Np22XHcm37jcXKZQxIm-IETP-a3HxZBO9BAuToNIJfXfiAFiHHfLfUneYDO8-vEcvr4d57qZAwI3syGgF9yEFOPZttHJR_tx/s640/Screenshot-107.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div style="color: red;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Olive missed them already.</span></span></span></div><div style="color: red;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: red; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQtfDRx8InSjpC0ISHxY8k8n-s_ZTWsPYjGy8kp0tu24VE33FKJqt22Obpr6bKp3HvklIpyf1Gv4iEwVTl_HuvZSuehMl_t2ebgkuXI242WW7E68oQSL9c65_ZymlqRuJ6AHWDN6jPS7nR/s1600/Screenshot-72+%25282%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQtfDRx8InSjpC0ISHxY8k8n-s_ZTWsPYjGy8kp0tu24VE33FKJqt22Obpr6bKp3HvklIpyf1Gv4iEwVTl_HuvZSuehMl_t2ebgkuXI242WW7E68oQSL9c65_ZymlqRuJ6AHWDN6jPS7nR/s640/Screenshot-72+%25282%2529.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div style="color: red;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> Later that afternoon while Mya and Robert watched Adamaris, Olive drove to meet with her very first client as an Athletic Trainer. His name was Feng Cho; he sounded nice over the phone, which helped with any fears she had over getting a bitchy client her first day on the job.</span></span></span></div><div style="color: red;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: red; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1BHHlFNiKhlfLTEctYpRzCvyjUkGK5_0OHjbCTn0WpGSFci4uGM12QWgxz-lyMgaLbsYiDZHl3vsyHB5mtGKyAiVkDVJzFip6HpMUqZvtGZzvmokzL2vXSu-JVH9GOLEENwqCRieDxk1I/s1600/Screenshot-79+%25282%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1BHHlFNiKhlfLTEctYpRzCvyjUkGK5_0OHjbCTn0WpGSFci4uGM12QWgxz-lyMgaLbsYiDZHl3vsyHB5mtGKyAiVkDVJzFip6HpMUqZvtGZzvmokzL2vXSu-JVH9GOLEENwqCRieDxk1I/s640/Screenshot-79+%25282%2529.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div style="color: red;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"<b>You're </b>my trainer?" Was the very first thing that came out of his mouth.</span></span></span></div><div style="color: red;"><br />
</div><div style="color: red;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"Don't let my spaghetti arms fool you. I'm a</span></span></span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;">s strong as an Ox, not to mention being the reigning Track and Field Champion for three years straight."</span></span></span></div><div style="color: red;"><br />
</div><div style="color: red;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;">Feng laughed nervously. "No. I meant... you're <b>really </b>attractive and I'm a little embarrassed of how out of shape I am. You sounded beautiful over the phone, but I was kind of hoping it was false advertisement."</span></span></span></div><div style="color: red;"><br />
</div><div style="color: red;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;">Olive laughed. "That's the whole point of this, isn't it? I help you get back <b>into</b> shape and then you can catch all the ladies in Twinbrook."</span></span></span></div><div style="color: red;"><br />
</div><div style="color: red;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;">"Would I be able to catch <b>you</b>?"</span></span></span></div><div style="color: red;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: red; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgg6cZIla8y7kCnxsrqDDLv5rKUm9HYhXIhGXAGRKeWFZCVU6_dTLAd8vz8GnOfctIDl_WBqmZ70KJZsIsAcvYbGRV3YFk_qcvBEoA1Xaxuvc3JN1rEr2eg9ZhIEEtWp1-TXZAxe_DD6O7B/s1600/Screenshot-78+%25282%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgg6cZIla8y7kCnxsrqDDLv5rKUm9HYhXIhGXAGRKeWFZCVU6_dTLAd8vz8GnOfctIDl_WBqmZ70KJZsIsAcvYbGRV3YFk_qcvBEoA1Xaxuvc3JN1rEr2eg9ZhIEEtWp1-TXZAxe_DD6O7B/s640/Screenshot-78+%25282%2529.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div style="color: red;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;">It had been a while since any man had flirted with Olive (or Olive had actually put herself out there to be flirted with) and she wasn't quite sure how to respond.</span></span></span></div><div style="color: red;"><br />
</div><div style="color: red;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;">Seeing that he had made Olive flustered, Feng quickly attempted to recover. "I apologize if I made you uncomfortable. Can we just pretend that never happened?"</span></span></span></div><div style="color: red;"><br />
</div><div style="color: red;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;">Olive smiled. "It's not that you made me uncomfortable. I just come with insurmountable baggage. Or in other words, I have a daughter."</span></span></span></div><div style="color: red;"><br />
</div><div style="color: red;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;">"Oh." Was all the answer Feng gave.<i> </i></span></span></span></div><div style="color: red;"><br />
</div><div style="color: red;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;"><i>Well at least I know what his response would have been had I let this go a little further. </i>Olive thought to herself.</span></span></span></div><div style="color: red;"><br />
</div><div style="color: red;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;">"Let's just go inside, okay? And make you all muscular and such." Olive hoped that jumping right into his training would break the awkwardness that was now stewing between them. She couldn't afford to lose a client. Especially her <b>first </b>client.</span></span></span></div><div style="color: red;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: red; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhM7KUKotdQawHd9ytSlTVYpfpHFOUg_RZs3ntq32cmkIW-7szOqcl1JamZpMVZKS5leDI0k1JLMJwLPpQOlFreA_c8lbO0jttp1tIRZwMKqxuIJ7MsNNAn5h_9hyE_pklBIZmE3itHt41A/s1600/Screenshot-91+%25282%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhM7KUKotdQawHd9ytSlTVYpfpHFOUg_RZs3ntq32cmkIW-7szOqcl1JamZpMVZKS5leDI0k1JLMJwLPpQOlFreA_c8lbO0jttp1tIRZwMKqxuIJ7MsNNAn5h_9hyE_pklBIZmE3itHt41A/s640/Screenshot-91+%25282%2529.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div style="color: red;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;">Despite Feng's protestations of being out of shape, he was already quite healthy; which in turn, made Olive's job a bit easier.</span></span></span></div><div style="color: red;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: red; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5VrdyEcMmx-Fs8rvaeK-KX2SBSFSI14ocdGeYCISRaE53MKhEJaRep57lJaU0VPQMdkwtIMu_NLrW5XAnItdRF5BOPWti8q8bGZ407JCgnpXKol8fZTiqoFnmN00k3piJUxUcAorCPoa1/s1600/Screenshot-94+%25282%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5VrdyEcMmx-Fs8rvaeK-KX2SBSFSI14ocdGeYCISRaE53MKhEJaRep57lJaU0VPQMdkwtIMu_NLrW5XAnItdRF5BOPWti8q8bGZ407JCgnpXKol8fZTiqoFnmN00k3piJUxUcAorCPoa1/s640/Screenshot-94+%25282%2529.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div style="color: red;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;">But that didn't stop her from pushing Feng as far as she possibly could. At least she knew she had job where she could vent her frustrations without seriously offending anyone.</span></span></span></div><div style="color: red;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: red; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifF7Amr9pN-5cf4WyOS5fum5K8AIkVTP5cqdwInjFgVcY49K6RPabCRBexLzYj7PFSR8UNe1UW_hagn_9MBt3_eex1yXJpXwea3Xn_Ba7O8eZ0WOD5HNpk6rRbXW7GsIXZKKtPD6ffv2V9/s1600/Screenshot-103+%25282%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifF7Amr9pN-5cf4WyOS5fum5K8AIkVTP5cqdwInjFgVcY49K6RPabCRBexLzYj7PFSR8UNe1UW_hagn_9MBt3_eex1yXJpXwea3Xn_Ba7O8eZ0WOD5HNpk6rRbXW7GsIXZKKtPD6ffv2V9/s640/Screenshot-103+%25282%2529.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: red; text-align: center;"></div><div style="color: red;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;">After their training session and Feng had paid Olive, he decided this would be the best time to resume their conversation.</span></span></span></div><div style="color: red;"><br />
</div><div style="color: red;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;">"So... I had a moment of clarity while you were yelling at me."</span></span></span></div><div style="color: red;"><br />
</div><div style="color: red;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;">Olive laughed. "I <b>may</b> have overdone the yelling part."</span></span></span></div><div style="color: red;"><br />
</div><div style="color: red;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;">"'May' is probably an understatement. But that's not what I want to talk about."</span></span></span></div><div style="color: red;"><br />
</div><div style="color: red;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;">"Well, what <b>do</b> you want to talk about?"</span></span></span></div><div style="color: red;"><br />
</div><div style="color: red;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;">"Your daughter and how I don't care that you already have a child. Hell, I love kids... I was just taken a little aback by the news."</span></span></span></div><div style="color: red;"><br />
</div><div style="color: red;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;">"Wait... what are you saying exactly?"</span></span></span></div><div style="color: red;"><br />
</div><div style="color: red;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;">Feng brushed the back of his neck nervously. "What I'm saying... well what I'm <b>asking</b> is... would you be interested in going on a date with me?"</span></span></span></div><div style="color: red;"><br />
</div><div style="color: red;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;">"I, uh. Are you sure? I mean, I would <b>love</b> to, but... it has been a while, since High School actually, that I ever considered 'dating' someone."</span></span></span></div><div style="color: red;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;"> </span></span></span></div><div style="color: red;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;">"So... that's a yes, then?" Feng was obviously not giving up on this.</span></span></span></div><div style="color: red;"><br />
</div><div style="color: red;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;">"Yes." Olive answered.</span></span></span></div><div style="color: red;"><br />
</div><div style="color: red;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;">"Great! How is tomorrow night for you?"</span></span></span></div><div style="color: red;"><br />
</div><div style="color: red;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;">"Tomorrow night is perfect, actually."</span></span></span></div><div style="color: red;"><br />
</div><div style="color: red;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;">"Good. I'll come by your house to get you around six. Oh... and bring your daughter."</span></span></span></div><div style="color: red;"><br />
</div><div style="color: red;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;">Olive smiled. <i>I guess dad was right about people surprising you sometimes.</i></span></span></span></div><div style="color: red;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: red; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbZvWRoE_dEukH0FGF83ONsbQuWPzKIA4SZJoBGp6JExPZmEAQuA658u7UML9bpHniPypIekQJFNX-lDN3PPT5Jm6_yx7467WLApJtAJ7J6mpL9779RiOIbbA9CHJ9cNOIcY5hQRoZgKUw/s1600/Screenshot-123+%25282%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbZvWRoE_dEukH0FGF83ONsbQuWPzKIA4SZJoBGp6JExPZmEAQuA658u7UML9bpHniPypIekQJFNX-lDN3PPT5Jm6_yx7467WLApJtAJ7J6mpL9779RiOIbbA9CHJ9cNOIcY5hQRoZgKUw/s640/Screenshot-123+%25282%2529.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div style="color: red;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;"> When Olive returned home, she immediately greeted her mother with the news.</span></span></span></div><div style="color: red;"><br />
</div><div style="color: red;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;">"Looks like me and Mar have a date tomorrow."</span></span></span></div><div style="color: red;"><br />
</div><div style="color: red;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;">"With whom? And why are you taking Adamaris?" Mya asked cautiously.</span></span></span></div><div style="color: red;"><br />
</div><div style="color: red;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;">"With my client. He's really nice, mom. Nothing like 'he who shall not be named.' And because he wants to meet her."</span></span></span></div><div style="color: red;"><br />
</div><div style="color: red;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;">Mya smiled. "Well, I'm glad you are putting yourself out there Olive. I was starting to worry about you."</span></span></span></div><div style="color: red;"><br />
</div><div style="color: red;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;">"Nah. I just needed... uh, a few years... to get myself back on track. Although I will admit that I'm really nervous to even be considering this."</span></span></span></div><div style="color: red;"><br />
</div><div style="color: red;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;">"Being nervous is natural Ollie. Closing yourself to the possibilities, however, is not. I'm really proud of you. And if this <b>doesn't</b> work out, well there are always other chances."</span></span></span></div><div style="color: red;"><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">If you noticed that Corrigan was suspiciously missing, that is because he was. I forgot to ex-nay his going to prom that night... but since he was having such a good time there, I decided not to spoil it. Oh well. Just use your imagination and pretend he was there. : )</span></span><br />
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</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">Anyway... here is a close-up of Elder Mya:</span></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: red; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_D4XQBtBZTTILbwDh-Q9HLy349GVX3RHLQlvfqTxmIucMVytzdvD9nH3Ibv7S37SmljNXJ2lQVtJAMSIYcB3hJKNI7vQycnkAhNqFfvMLitH1IaYseD94D5G9TEtfco0scrcNpmS8XxP1/s1600/Screenshot-51.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_D4XQBtBZTTILbwDh-Q9HLy349GVX3RHLQlvfqTxmIucMVytzdvD9nH3Ibv7S37SmljNXJ2lQVtJAMSIYcB3hJKNI7vQycnkAhNqFfvMLitH1IaYseD94D5G9TEtfco0scrcNpmS8XxP1/s400/Screenshot-51.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">The game gave her some crazy hair so I had to fix it (gray with red streaks? Wut.), but overall I think she aged up pretty gracefully. : )</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">In case anyone is interested, the Chapel I used is from Awesims and it was originally built for Queenstown. It is absolutely gorgeous! I would definitely recommend downloading it if you are into the architecture. </span></span><br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b><span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Here is the <a href="http://awesims.sixty-ten.net/2011/06/17/new-sims-3-lot-for-queenstown-%E2%80%93-queenstown-chapel/">>>LINK<< </a></span></b><b style="color: red; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: blue;"> </span></b></span></div></div>GigaRevivalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16416368229832346047noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8797177559716728209.post-8163119312872822082011-08-27T05:06:00.000-07:002012-01-12T06:01:52.374-08:002.1--Generation Two<div style="color: red; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><b><br />
</b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEK3GWq_RxdfNqZtIohTFYTnNbj9ov7jc8HjKsD6u6M0JjwsSxrOH1pVipRNZITCUXTWgn_0lC_ZK8d9e2z2B93_4zzC5xyYnzDp2EiaGhmNaROULGeUmTKsay1a9VyRjzEDZlXLZA8upQ/s1600/Screenshot-9.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEK3GWq_RxdfNqZtIohTFYTnNbj9ov7jc8HjKsD6u6M0JjwsSxrOH1pVipRNZITCUXTWgn_0lC_ZK8d9e2z2B93_4zzC5xyYnzDp2EiaGhmNaROULGeUmTKsay1a9VyRjzEDZlXLZA8upQ/s640/Screenshot-9.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">The following week flew by pretty quickly in the Dennis household.</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">There was a lot of TV watching... </span></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Mya and Robert had forgotten what it was like having a baby in the house, and although they both loved their granddaughter wholeheartedly, they also missed having time to themselves (and eight hours of sleep a night). Olive always took care of Ada-Mar-Mar as soon as she was done with her homework, but that didn't keep Mya from idly remarking that they "were getting too old for this shit." (<--- an ode to Lethal Weapon).</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Speak for yourself!" Robert said laughing, "I'm still in the prime of my youth."</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Mya smiled, shaking her head. "Whatever helps you sleep at night, dear."</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Luckily for Mya and Robert, all of the children would be aging-up the next day. <span style="font-size: x-small;"><---Which turned into a birthday clusterfuck! </span></span></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: blue;">The Next Night...</span></span></span></span></span></span></span><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQqZkVZMuOl8H5wpMzFBnxXZXlV0xp_ax10lnm4AAHLEnqdcnCO3mPsWDBbPqhUSfQ7SIyXMQQIoUrKfc37gjg562fMLhAaYK7-5KY5WZzO8pA6rlk1Dy1Pl9_EG4v3_FXzFMEcLPlxukb/s1600/Screenshot-55.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQqZkVZMuOl8H5wpMzFBnxXZXlV0xp_ax10lnm4AAHLEnqdcnCO3mPsWDBbPqhUSfQ7SIyXMQQIoUrKfc37gjg562fMLhAaYK7-5KY5WZzO8pA6rlk1Dy1Pl9_EG4v3_FXzFMEcLPlxukb/s640/Screenshot-55.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Last, but certainly not least, was Corrigan...</span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7tFsoN9zbaYeo33__39sDyIIWV5SebdU4hXjARsNTt4jaxa5mJ_5Lq4m0sz8FlQXp48yw87u04xNLtu8HDRPP1gDJaCQVXARlHo8vFzM0xgrIiw1QCCGioV89IczIxU-dUn7tX4RWUp_W/s1600/Screenshot-57.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7tFsoN9zbaYeo33__39sDyIIWV5SebdU4hXjARsNTt4jaxa5mJ_5Lq4m0sz8FlQXp48yw87u04xNLtu8HDRPP1gDJaCQVXARlHo8vFzM0xgrIiw1QCCGioV89IczIxU-dUn7tX4RWUp_W/s640/Screenshot-57.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">...in a fit of new-found teenage rebellion (and mild insanity), he decided he wanted green hair... so green hair is what he got.</span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"Plus," she said after they were officially engaged, "who could say 'no' to you in a bathing suit?"</span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"Not you apparently." Sybil answered as she pulled Lee into a hug.</span></span></span><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> </span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"Nope. Let it be known from this moment forward that I only married you for your body."</span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Sybil laughed. "Well at least you're honest."</span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKhMJKMErq8RNEUJoErwyj3NcKtlFTEVPvXO_OmwpfQYG2_fFJHXAPMMOhNtnG10fGoiKqpn-1pZnS-c-Go1OK5pbHHKDGjgAszV6qUYzTTc3sr-qdKrEdWiWPm4HFM6dfbdWfdRNfVjKR/s1600/Screenshot-85+%25282%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKhMJKMErq8RNEUJoErwyj3NcKtlFTEVPvXO_OmwpfQYG2_fFJHXAPMMOhNtnG10fGoiKqpn-1pZnS-c-Go1OK5pbHHKDGjgAszV6qUYzTTc3sr-qdKrEdWiWPm4HFM6dfbdWfdRNfVjKR/s640/Screenshot-85+%25282%2529.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Since all of the girls (Hayley included) were graduating the next day and the Dennis clan was moving houses, Sybil and Hayley decided to spend their first week of their engagement with the family. Not to mention they now had a wedding to plan, so living with the Dennis's just seemed like the best option for the time being.</span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Mya and Robert placed their old bed in the kitchen for the girls to sleep on; they didn't seem to mind.</span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: blue;">Graduation Morning...</span></span></span></span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8I7p6UHb_4CrSKiEfxcu0fN_gwO7bXBdMdWK8SJcM2k9BALqrCg4kY-gaII3g22xeEMzowkgpHzySstDmGt8jd14frTOTy1m5ZaVBPVnW458cUp_3zBkzZN4kH_Br8j12C6GPumFHD2td/s1600/Screenshot-96.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8I7p6UHb_4CrSKiEfxcu0fN_gwO7bXBdMdWK8SJcM2k9BALqrCg4kY-gaII3g22xeEMzowkgpHzySstDmGt8jd14frTOTy1m5ZaVBPVnW458cUp_3zBkzZN4kH_Br8j12C6GPumFHD2td/s640/Screenshot-96.jpg" width="640" /></a><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;"> </span></span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;">Mya got up early so she could watch Adamaris while her mother got ready for her Graduation. Olive was unusually nervous for today; it would officially mark her progression from teenager to adult and she couldn't use school work as an excuse for not maintaining a job any longer. Plus, she had a daughter to think of and support.</span></span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;">"Mom?" Olive asked, strategically beginning the conversation while her face was turned away from Mya. If there was one thing her mother was exceptional at, it was pinpointing someone's emotions and even though Olive had mastered the "poker face" throughout the years, Mya was always able to read her like a book.</span></span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;"><br />
</span></span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;">"Yes sweetheart?"</span></span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;">"Now that I'm technically an adult, how long are you and dad going to allow me and Mar to stay with you guys? I mean, I'm sure I can find a suitable job and apartment in a few weeks or so... if that's all right with you two to let us stay there that long."</span></span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;">"Well, we were hoping you and Mar would move out tomorrow. And, you know, live on the streets and beg for food. We were going to get you a box for your graduation present; it will be nice living space if you ask me." Sometimes Mya's sarcasm could be a bit too thick.</span></span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1Zj3i-afA3OGNYYwP4QDlGYMj7kuxPb0zziGHOvJXvy_GLXu1wU0PjthUxc6PGuHvHaiIqKgGLJcKkbCQKx6Z6M4d_z4oXWyq5KxJlK4p8LW2Vs064T5j7WYSPhrNPMlfCXXcAxxfK-MT/s1600/Screenshot-101.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1Zj3i-afA3OGNYYwP4QDlGYMj7kuxPb0zziGHOvJXvy_GLXu1wU0PjthUxc6PGuHvHaiIqKgGLJcKkbCQKx6Z6M4d_z4oXWyq5KxJlK4p8LW2Vs064T5j7WYSPhrNPMlfCXXcAxxfK-MT/s640/Screenshot-101.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;">"What happened to all those responsibility speeches I got over the years? Or the countdown to our 18th birthday on the wall? I thought those were all hints that you wanted us gone as soon as we were able."</span></span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;"><br />
</span></span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;">Mya laughed. "God! I'm a terrible mother. That was just a joke, Olive! Well... not the responsibility speeches, but my point still stands. Plus, I thought it was pretty obvious we were making room for you when we bought a house with 3 bedrooms."</span></span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;"><br />
</span></span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;">Olive let a sigh of relief escape. She knew, deep down, that her parents weren't the kind to kick their children out, but she still managed to allow the fear to creep in through the cracks. "Thanks mom."</span></span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;"><br />
</span></span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;">Mya smiled. "You know, your father had his eye on this new house when I was pregnant with you. He said that he wanted to buy a house that his children would be proud of and someday inherit. So <b>technically</b> it is us living with <b>you</b>, not the other way around. This will be your house someday, if you want it."</span></span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;"><br />
</span></span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;">Olive smiled. "I love you mom."</span></span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;"><br />
</span></span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;">"I love you too. Now go get ready for your Graduation!" Mya said as she pushed her daughter out of her own bedroom.</span></span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUMh-lcT3b0PDCxx6W-WWGJHUffhKZjzFmF5HLu_g-wvMD4hQA_IOfSjgQuMX_y3hr5-rBo6bHEzP0MhsLbAvGVHqnEHplSkaBV2G7GRJu0PuCzatTrCtvtwvo88xZqXWrdYawVbvG5vZX/s1600/Screenshot-107.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUMh-lcT3b0PDCxx6W-WWGJHUffhKZjzFmF5HLu_g-wvMD4hQA_IOfSjgQuMX_y3hr5-rBo6bHEzP0MhsLbAvGVHqnEHplSkaBV2G7GRJu0PuCzatTrCtvtwvo88xZqXWrdYawVbvG5vZX/s640/Screenshot-107.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;">When Olive sat down to breakfast, Hayley and Sybil were just waking up.</span></span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;"><br />
</span></span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;">"Babe." Hayley said, "You can't just leave the bed unmade."</span></span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;"><br />
</span></span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;">Sybil shrugged. "What? It's a spare mattress; I promise you that <b>no one</b> will notice if we just leave it."</span></span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;"><br />
</span></span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;">Olive laughed. "She's right Lee. Mom and dad won't care. It's their old shitty mattress and I'm pretty sure that old thing will be thrown in the garbage soon."</span></span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJz8DSCMEvFUiU2BDuvExUwjB-c9NvIbOhOysj-n9vzdJ8lHeIzIEPEA9ofzZCuiGpvCqloatncAs5pewAOtZLHaGEwZc8DUn4oj3iSjKbnEOrW7DY0df-z4coGFIvlP2dCdUtBujzgVR0/s1600/Screenshot-109.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJz8DSCMEvFUiU2BDuvExUwjB-c9NvIbOhOysj-n9vzdJ8lHeIzIEPEA9ofzZCuiGpvCqloatncAs5pewAOtZLHaGEwZc8DUn4oj3iSjKbnEOrW7DY0df-z4coGFIvlP2dCdUtBujzgVR0/s640/Screenshot-109.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;">"Still, we should at least <b>make</b> the bed... no matter how old and tattered it is."</span></span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;"><br />
</span></span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;">"Suck up!" Olive sang.</span></span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;"><br />
</span></span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;">"You <b>would </b>say that."</span></span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;"><br />
</span></span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;">Olive gave Hayley her usual smirk. "I <b>did </b>just say that. What you gonna' do 'bout it?"</span></span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;">Hayley shook her head, laughing. "Nothing... because every time I enter any bet or contest with you, I end up being beaten. And I'm a sore loser."</span></span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;">"Spoil sport. You are a Dennis now! You're supposed to fight me to the death until you win!" Olive scoffed.</span></span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;"><br />
</span></span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;">"I'm not a Dennis <b>yet.</b>" Hayley corrected, "so I still have some semblance of rational thought."</span></span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;"><br />
</span></span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;">"But you <b>are</b> marrying into our family, so I would say that both your rationality and sanity are up for debate." Sybil interjected.</span></span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;"><br />
</span></span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;">Hayley smirked. "Touche."</span></span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_Apx8-xhCxRc9fMP8A23__3bp5r96378h1fNQjCILjDMBam24BwGlFEdLRwEo-JMXbBkvID_lZDyrYWpk5EjZoyUxJ17jNvxpNom0W8HWsb_R9VEUIDJM_y7PKv7d7Tf7x1-No9vsaRKF/s1600/Screenshot-139.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_Apx8-xhCxRc9fMP8A23__3bp5r96378h1fNQjCILjDMBam24BwGlFEdLRwEo-JMXbBkvID_lZDyrYWpk5EjZoyUxJ17jNvxpNom0W8HWsb_R9VEUIDJM_y7PKv7d7Tf7x1-No9vsaRKF/s640/Screenshot-139.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;">Mya was quite proud to see her girls moving on to the next stage of life...</span></span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhU_eO3Zhdn3ubvYVdOSogDiD7hlsmQnZCeqaYz6LnE5UplKpM1ok4Cbiq2DZj5X7Ckck53G3ovXyU9gZUvo-JVJyjzAOwXNN3z660azSMQohVsW_vV4D2yzgwUyESIkrzYWguPlwkUeb-A/s1600/Screenshot-138.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhU_eO3Zhdn3ubvYVdOSogDiD7hlsmQnZCeqaYz6LnE5UplKpM1ok4Cbiq2DZj5X7Ckck53G3ovXyU9gZUvo-JVJyjzAOwXNN3z660azSMQohVsW_vV4D2yzgwUyESIkrzYWguPlwkUeb-A/s640/Screenshot-138.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;">...while Robert was sad to see his little girls growing up.</span></span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;"><br />
</span></span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIe1ViLI02RBsUuYzZLvKGjeAQOw-ef2MFTdq1wZN6_5Jp_O1Whwjz8YqV1WT4C3Llnity_VSO9MIDhuZJotVp5C7c2q2wAKLsJXSEe-f4Hghq0-pYHL3qFCJ1hcoCyv0mA5TmQXEF3D-z/s1600/Screenshot-140.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIe1ViLI02RBsUuYzZLvKGjeAQOw-ef2MFTdq1wZN6_5Jp_O1Whwjz8YqV1WT4C3Llnity_VSO9MIDhuZJotVp5C7c2q2wAKLsJXSEe-f4Hghq0-pYHL3qFCJ1hcoCyv0mA5TmQXEF3D-z/s640/Screenshot-140.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;">Corrigan couldn't help but laugh at his dad's overemotional response. "We can all hear you crying, dad. There's no need to hide in the bushes."</span></span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;">"I'm not crying!" Robert said, turning around to wipe some fresh tears. "Let's go, shall we?"</span></span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;">Corrigan smiled. "Whatever you say dad."</span></span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7nMDIJjqHFCmayHZx3y3aL32CkqqsgFRyrntJH_CcHFVhVRTPsbYM1Q6jVDie_wKyTBlz0DYMVYIJzY9AH-5IhU1967jpxYroyfcxLg26yzMQiuL0unQPQ6pgnVlnlgQnhcd3vmtPGRjL/s1600/Screenshot-150.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7nMDIJjqHFCmayHZx3y3aL32CkqqsgFRyrntJH_CcHFVhVRTPsbYM1Q6jVDie_wKyTBlz0DYMVYIJzY9AH-5IhU1967jpxYroyfcxLg26yzMQiuL0unQPQ6pgnVlnlgQnhcd3vmtPGRjL/s640/Screenshot-150.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJWX2O19cYESjmZH88QARLfvwzNxSXN_ZQSETEoab7z_CgPNTHrtcv4euz_7OGeRPKpV8CuiopjWpOYKIoH4-us38RhjWYlFwwbYvY4lBEdSQIrerlP6HvYCrGxwk-lyVcYEnWxRqbEJOh/s1600/Screenshot-152.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJWX2O19cYESjmZH88QARLfvwzNxSXN_ZQSETEoab7z_CgPNTHrtcv4euz_7OGeRPKpV8CuiopjWpOYKIoH4-us38RhjWYlFwwbYvY4lBEdSQIrerlP6HvYCrGxwk-lyVcYEnWxRqbEJOh/s640/Screenshot-152.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">The ceremony was longer than they all anticipated and Adamaris, growing quite bored with bouncing on her uncle Snuffle's knee, began to sing her "ABC's" loudly for everyone to hear. She even yelled "Momma!" when she saw Olive walk across the stage to receive her diploma.</span></span></span><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> </span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">As the Dennis's were generally known around town for being inappropriate already, no one was particularly embarrassed by Ada's outbursts. They were, however, quite surprised that Adamaris's first words (and song) were all during her mother's graduation.</span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBMap1nPqPXwKptdzDfCYkia8cls-411cSnc6fTecvjsBoOOV4uTvIREJQXR-pKHHJ-VpLe8Ns2YxRod8dS0xm0FfETBp_Jpp7SMdURBuvs8j0BHRCyhmoknL38XHbt7Jtu_Pyc-zOqwZF/s1600/Screenshot-157.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBMap1nPqPXwKptdzDfCYkia8cls-411cSnc6fTecvjsBoOOV4uTvIREJQXR-pKHHJ-VpLe8Ns2YxRod8dS0xm0FfETBp_Jpp7SMdURBuvs8j0BHRCyhmoknL38XHbt7Jtu_Pyc-zOqwZF/s640/Screenshot-157.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Olive attempted to get Adamaris to repeat the new words she learned once the ceremony had ended, but to no avail. "You just like having an audience, don't you?" Olive said, laughing.</span></span></span><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> </span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Adamaris's smile was the all the answer she needed.</span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwmR5tG4O_YZ8KbOkCOsEc3UYtoR-F74RvrWE7PXK7hijWq7QauDpyKGb8ShTYqdeIpc3chpF5LsORiQ1mQMKcQXzwpKQJuvP-u-co91B69tpPlz83WYoRpZkzpHvHxZvLJ4ZIhEJ7cNHf/s1600/Screenshot-8.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwmR5tG4O_YZ8KbOkCOsEc3UYtoR-F74RvrWE7PXK7hijWq7QauDpyKGb8ShTYqdeIpc3chpF5LsORiQ1mQMKcQXzwpKQJuvP-u-co91B69tpPlz83WYoRpZkzpHvHxZvLJ4ZIhEJ7cNHf/s640/Screenshot-8.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Since his sister's graduation was early in the morning, Corri was able to catch the last half of his first day of High School (much to his dismay). Olive had managed to convince him to go when she exaggerated the difficulty of moving to their new house that afternoon. Being the lazy kid that he is, he willingly agreed... deciding that sitting in a desk was <b>much </b>better than lugging stuff between the two houses.<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> </span></span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"Good luck." Corrigan said sarcastically as he left the house for school.</span></span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"You have a good day at school my wittle Snuffle-kins!" Mya yelled, catching his look of disdain as he realized that she had said that in front of some of his new classmates that took the same bus. <span style="font-size: x-small;"><---Ignore the inconsistency of taking a bus to school in the <b>afternoon</b>. My game glitched and didn't send him to school that morning (I planned on him simply missing his first day), but when they had all returned home from the Ceremony the bus was there waiting for him. 0_0 So off to school he went. *shrug*</span></span></span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiO8Bjw9_Db1FCPsZjWCIEQ_JOiEOCMreNItZyZuC2hFejNjpeTYd5wZffbNpF7FCrQoa2NyXfp-umU7Y-_r7d3eMUNsFD99QzZ293_iDxHrK69nQ0J-5jTyw-4t6tJbTEJwCfkx9tyXPvt/s1600/Screenshot-26.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiO8Bjw9_Db1FCPsZjWCIEQ_JOiEOCMreNItZyZuC2hFejNjpeTYd5wZffbNpF7FCrQoa2NyXfp-umU7Y-_r7d3eMUNsFD99QzZ293_iDxHrK69nQ0J-5jTyw-4t6tJbTEJwCfkx9tyXPvt/s640/Screenshot-26.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">The move ended up only taking a couple of hours. They had managed to move everything in, but there was still some renovations that needed to be done... which they all decided, in their fatigue from the day's labors, could be done tomorrow.</span></span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">While the girls discussed the renovations that needed to be done, and their excitement over the upcoming wedding...</span></span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwPz83pLxs9KPD3yjvwtfZRhOtP87BHcxtHnXHavN4AWC7z86jABuFRPuHQad23C-RgJaOeAWTIPQxA-Tg8JjSztfUJuGyEkkg6CZrJLpwob6o3PLizPOaXHfS0OtBQAmkaLfGgBSx449y/s1600/Screenshot-20+%25282%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwPz83pLxs9KPD3yjvwtfZRhOtP87BHcxtHnXHavN4AWC7z86jABuFRPuHQad23C-RgJaOeAWTIPQxA-Tg8JjSztfUJuGyEkkg6CZrJLpwob6o3PLizPOaXHfS0OtBQAmkaLfGgBSx449y/s640/Screenshot-20+%25282%2529.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> ...Mya and Robert were reminiscing about when they first discovered their new home.</span></span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"And you thought we would never get this house!" Robert teased.</span></span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"Well, it was pretty implausible at the time. I mean, we were basically dirt poor and expecting our first child."</span></span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"The point <b>is</b>..." Robert said, cutting her off. "...<b>I </b>was right, and <b>you </b>were wrong."</span></span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Mya shrugged. "There's a first time for everything."</span></span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"I want to hear you say it."</span></span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"Fine!" Mya sighed. "You were right. We got our dream house and now we can die in it. Are you happy?"</span></span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Robert laughed. "Very. Now let's go take a look inside."</span></span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I brought back a character from my previous legacy (an EA NPC) and let me tell you, it was bitch to get him over to Twinbrook... not to mention set up his history for my current legacy. You shall see the fruits of my labor next chapter... ; ) </span></span><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"><b>~~Adamaris~~</b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsFWaS9zZcfgLwfW-973aIc-_bNxFEP9r3cmhDxcarceJgtDVDegMmV7awj9wBcARwKF4okHZgJSEoBEtd6CC8V0WauKZNnQAUknez2JakeYXdehSC0mDeHto-kEi-wUh6xybPVzHUsFot/s1600/Screenshot-34.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsFWaS9zZcfgLwfW-973aIc-_bNxFEP9r3cmhDxcarceJgtDVDegMmV7awj9wBcARwKF4okHZgJSEoBEtd6CC8V0WauKZNnQAUknez2JakeYXdehSC0mDeHto-kEi-wUh6xybPVzHUsFot/s400/Screenshot-34.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b> </b>She is Excitable and Easily Impressed.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"><b>~~Olive~~</b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLEpjl_86I4VxGOJ-9WpBVyhZQWVtM3udGbCtQmi8J1u5l_gpkMUPbmK_vV-exalwrfczH37pdrAysofZY5pQh0Lv_pKw0_WKWmRVA8lKs8YJjWAs5RM63vyrukkFh1U7_A-tsJo67jpDr/s1600/Screenshot-44.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLEpjl_86I4VxGOJ-9WpBVyhZQWVtM3udGbCtQmi8J1u5l_gpkMUPbmK_vV-exalwrfczH37pdrAysofZY5pQh0Lv_pKw0_WKWmRVA8lKs8YJjWAs5RM63vyrukkFh1U7_A-tsJo67jpDr/s400/Screenshot-44.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: small;">She gained the Good Sense of Humor trait and her LTW is Perfect Mind, Perfect Body.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #134f5c;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;"><span style="color: #134f5c; font-size: large;"><b>~~Sybil~~</b></span></span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhm6TQRkdQkDVzf_KutAeekrI2i9tWvbom9vs0VRehnZtS6nBLoWK7CJJZh7Kcyl510UmdaKKSw0fobAskkMPEXq81C5X6r9uU3d4wl7njDeHUPJikOKYQgul56adA8gXVLyRzuThlcEGHU/s1600/Screenshot-58.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhm6TQRkdQkDVzf_KutAeekrI2i9tWvbom9vs0VRehnZtS6nBLoWK7CJJZh7Kcyl510UmdaKKSw0fobAskkMPEXq81C5X6r9uU3d4wl7njDeHUPJikOKYQgul56adA8gXVLyRzuThlcEGHU/s400/Screenshot-58.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: small;">She gained the Natural Cook trait, and her LTW is Celebrated Five-Star Chef.<b> </b></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"><b>~~Snuffle~~</b></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: purple;"><span style="color: purple; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;"> </span></span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6AoQl0rKs4Gmdu-w2tbo6pg1jCVv1OvHtl1XQAcdB2_dQvN88J4Bl66OvyiYD7UySfxitF0iPHO4mDnsXzAllQ6wCMGhlQa0zU8dT5L8li053f_y_LNbGQAvk8rRHio73wEhhVZiB1gAz/s1600/Screenshot-56.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6AoQl0rKs4Gmdu-w2tbo6pg1jCVv1OvHtl1XQAcdB2_dQvN88J4Bl66OvyiYD7UySfxitF0iPHO4mDnsXzAllQ6wCMGhlQa0zU8dT5L8li053f_y_LNbGQAvk8rRHio73wEhhVZiB1gAz/s400/Screenshot-56.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b> </b></span>He is now a Computer Whiz, with strikingly green hair. </span></span></div>GigaRevivalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16416368229832346047noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8797177559716728209.post-27055118825989101792011-08-24T13:12:00.000-07:002012-01-12T05:54:10.824-08:001.16--Too Young To Be An Adult<div><div style="color: red;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><br />
</b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: red; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRUf6kQCd-S11PaJv21a4CWvbC2pUwt0fsY-OLMZCLpq0vanhim59abrmhD-q0f86o9cn07sfpGq0PlV8vp2fHqCeuJLdGI7RIRgCF234kjaPTLT0W8lNAB-kyyoAO2-6nnRbPw1QOIOqq/s1600/Screenshot-11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRUf6kQCd-S11PaJv21a4CWvbC2pUwt0fsY-OLMZCLpq0vanhim59abrmhD-q0f86o9cn07sfpGq0PlV8vp2fHqCeuJLdGI7RIRgCF234kjaPTLT0W8lNAB-kyyoAO2-6nnRbPw1QOIOqq/s640/Screenshot-11.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: red; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiC3jeA3TNVxD1M48k17kPmuiWz6SCt8O1Hdxxt-JAKEq7gvYSsbXEQB7DZ-6P1ko5LE2I_HrLU4Wd2UZw_73mCH3AdSJdlFcfiHwtShchxtI8fBLjFkzt7gu8f8Dp00jhZw_b-Yr6pc4m-/s1600/Screenshot-19.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiC3jeA3TNVxD1M48k17kPmuiWz6SCt8O1Hdxxt-JAKEq7gvYSsbXEQB7DZ-6P1ko5LE2I_HrLU4Wd2UZw_73mCH3AdSJdlFcfiHwtShchxtI8fBLjFkzt7gu8f8Dp00jhZw_b-Yr6pc4m-/s640/Screenshot-19.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div style="color: red;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;">Mya</span></span></span> <span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;">and Robert were relieved to see that Olive was determined to still go to school despite her current circumstance. They were also proud that their family had managed to stick together during the tumult; even Corrigan was coming out of his self-imposed isolation (and also not playing with Pi as much, which made Mya <b>very</b> happy).</span></span></span></div><div style="color: red;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: red; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSBy5duZKeszfJyMoq3K_dkMaMJzF7RLlFlzJJjpheETIyOsbKSMijnBadiFDM_KwXPmodVSozRHORaOnKAOs5DsW7IK-sMMSIXEvQ14X8Ff1767tA00b-eb9aDVrhD5z4GPOXu2sMByC7/s1600/Screenshot-31.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSBy5duZKeszfJyMoq3K_dkMaMJzF7RLlFlzJJjpheETIyOsbKSMijnBadiFDM_KwXPmodVSozRHORaOnKAOs5DsW7IK-sMMSIXEvQ14X8Ff1767tA00b-eb9aDVrhD5z4GPOXu2sMByC7/s640/Screenshot-31.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div style="color: red;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Hayley had been coming over to the Dennis household more than usual to help out however she could. Since Sybil's coming out, Mya and Robert had made more of an effort to include Lee in their family gatherings; she had essentially been apart of their family since the girls were children anyhow and they were proud that someone was able to, at the very least, chip away at Sybil's many neuroses (someone besides Olive, that is).</span></span></span></div><div style="color: red;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: red; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigp_dFnP7uCnE2Y-QKYsHmcpkjcY_TuO_2vXntTLSBqEZhnEB1C2ggF7icjs2zNnR1ZWmAtdJBJazNBKBaU_ppgLMUIwnkTIPYPd8wDuWKMZLwnv5AX7-Bj0ZluMfRE_YafSZcpBgG7Lbp/s1600/Screenshot-37.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigp_dFnP7uCnE2Y-QKYsHmcpkjcY_TuO_2vXntTLSBqEZhnEB1C2ggF7icjs2zNnR1ZWmAtdJBJazNBKBaU_ppgLMUIwnkTIPYPd8wDuWKMZLwnv5AX7-Bj0ZluMfRE_YafSZcpBgG7Lbp/s640/Screenshot-37.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div style="color: red;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">But Lee was visiting the household for a different reason on this particular day; Olive had asked Hayley to get information about Randolph. He had been missing from school for the past week and ignoring her calls, and since Hayley's father worked closely with Randolph's, Olive figured that Lee was her best chance of getting the truth... discreetly.</span></span></span></span></div><div style="color: red;"><br />
</div><div style="color: red;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"I have news for you." Hayley began. "And it's not good news."</span></span></span></span></div><div style="color: red;"><br />
</div><div style="color: red;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Olive sighed. She had been expecting as much. "Lay it on me Lee."</span></span></span></span></div><div style="color: red;"><br />
</div><div style="color: red;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"Randy has dropped out of school and joined a local gang. His father has kicked him out the house for it."</span></span></span></span></div><div style="color: red;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: red; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7cSv-LQPyaAjNgwZ84fOKKh4QFdEvStgPB65UJ-3EqVqh6ngaaOfe3hDoUsd9AspvPjF5pHYCqr04eFaoSZ-2dp0xx0rbUu6a68YQ-yDrFRSUayux8PVbDE2tKRoBzMYIyHYaajisMlb-/s1600/Screenshot-41.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7cSv-LQPyaAjNgwZ84fOKKh4QFdEvStgPB65UJ-3EqVqh6ngaaOfe3hDoUsd9AspvPjF5pHYCqr04eFaoSZ-2dp0xx0rbUu6a68YQ-yDrFRSUayux8PVbDE2tKRoBzMYIyHYaajisMlb-/s640/Screenshot-41.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div style="color: red;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"Jesus! Why hasn't he told me any of this?"</span></span></span></span></div><div style="color: red;"><br />
</div><div style="color: red;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Hayley shifted nervously where she stood; obviously stalling.</span></span></span></span></div><div style="color: red;"><br />
</div><div style="color: red;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"What is it Hayley?"</span></span></span></span></div><div style="color: red;"><br />
</div><div style="color: red;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"There's more. But I'm not sure I should tell you in your present condition."</span></span></span></span></div><div style="color: red;"><br />
</div><div style="color: red;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Sybil rested her hand on Lee's shoulder. "Tell her. She needs to know."</span></span></span></span></div><div style="color: red;"><br />
</div><div style="color: red;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"Well... his dad let it slip that he has already found a new residence... with a particular person."</span></span></span></span></div><div style="color: red;"><br />
</div><div style="color: red;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"Hayley, just tell me already." Olive was losing her patience.</span></span></span></span></div><div style="color: red;"><br />
</div><div style="color: red;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"He moved in to the Bayless household... with Laquita. And apparently they are more than just roommates."</span></span></span></span></div><div style="color: red;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: red; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrZccfbJQSOzffke7_0kr1ebRcvwIw0U4KNjkYZ7KaxSgM2jfrxDvbX6kaV86s95hNrmuza-EGqf7Vt5OadwzUBl3Cxn6fRkFlBKhpqzQMF9FJiMjii7acG5UEeYSlTPLXq2tZY3_4lCt3/s1600/Screenshot-43.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrZccfbJQSOzffke7_0kr1ebRcvwIw0U4KNjkYZ7KaxSgM2jfrxDvbX6kaV86s95hNrmuza-EGqf7Vt5OadwzUBl3Cxn6fRkFlBKhpqzQMF9FJiMjii7acG5UEeYSlTPLXq2tZY3_4lCt3/s640/Screenshot-43.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div style="color: red;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Olive looked away, letting her thoughts gather all the information she had just heard. So Randy's reputation was a timid version of the truth. He was a pretentious flirt sure, but nowhere did anyone mention conniving bastard.</span></span></span></span></div><div style="color: red;"><br />
</div><div style="color: red;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"How long have they been together?"</span></span></span></span></div><div style="color: red;"><br />
</div><div style="color: red;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"Two years, off and on. They are officially 'on' again as of his big-move though."</span></span></span></span></div><div style="color: red;"><br />
</div><div style="color: red;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"Well, this is <b>just </b>great. Now I can add 'cheater' to the long list of insults he'll be getting once I actually get a hold of the dick-face."</span></span></span></span></div><div style="color: red;"><br />
</div><div style="color: red;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"Wait..." Sybil interjected, "...you're not planning on confronting him while you're <b>pregnant</b>?"</span></span></span></span></div><div style="color: red;"><br />
</div><div style="color: red;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"Damn straight I am! My current hormonal imbalance is making the idea seem glorious... plus, maybe I'll get the chance to belly-flop the bastard. Can you imagine this beach-ball of a stomach landing on you? I'll be a human wrecking ball!"</span></span></span></span></div><div style="color: red;"><br />
</div><div style="color: red;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Sybil and Hayley laughed. They both knew she was using humor as a means to hide her true feelings, like she always did, but this was not the time to point it out.</span></span></span></span></div><div style="color: red;"><br />
</div><div style="color: red;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"I still think it's a bad idea." Sybil said.</span></span></span></span></div><div style="color: red;"><br />
</div><div style="color: red;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"Yeah, well... I seem to be full of them lately."</span></span></span></span></div><div style="color: red;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: red; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxoLCClKuR5RKjSOI2bfrP-HNQBWu7B5qk0uPwlWYQP6Ntoh0K4cFQs8Gg3u1QZax7OhC-Y_LaAArQ62hG3r_C-bEvNOYjxf7EdiNweEfmV_Ujq0pLTtUmhEdW1n4pYtF887WQFQLtOR1x/s1600/Screenshot-210.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxoLCClKuR5RKjSOI2bfrP-HNQBWu7B5qk0uPwlWYQP6Ntoh0K4cFQs8Gg3u1QZax7OhC-Y_LaAArQ62hG3r_C-bEvNOYjxf7EdiNweEfmV_Ujq0pLTtUmhEdW1n4pYtF887WQFQLtOR1x/s640/Screenshot-210.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div style="color: red;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> Days passed, and Olive's belly expanded, becoming more and more of a reminder of what was to come. She had yet to get any new information on Randy and he was still not answering his phone. Olive decided that it was best to focus on school and her baby's health; and when or if the moment ever came that Randy would decide to talk to her, she would tell him the truth... including her new opinion of him.</span></span></span></span></div><div style="color: red;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: red; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1235SMWDSDYX4UpyrU2oZNH7PnIV0Z4ZKNvHACqv7cJMki017GJ_-0fIsxVGpFG7ZZ2cp3VZS05WhFk_GoHdrhOwq_rTEUtkgyF1B1wxAJjZJnDhunuCm7bVegcR8BrwnAgxpK15O2DAm/s1600/Screenshot-7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1235SMWDSDYX4UpyrU2oZNH7PnIV0Z4ZKNvHACqv7cJMki017GJ_-0fIsxVGpFG7ZZ2cp3VZS05WhFk_GoHdrhOwq_rTEUtkgyF1B1wxAJjZJnDhunuCm7bVegcR8BrwnAgxpK15O2DAm/s640/Screenshot-7.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div style="color: red;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Corrigan was surprisingly excited to be an Uncle, albeit not for the reasons that Olive had anticipated.</span></span></span></div><div style="color: red;"><br />
</div><div style="color: red;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"Will I get to be the boss of it?" Corrigan was sick of being the baby of the family and constantly being told what to do by his older siblings. This was his chance! He could <b>finally</b> be in charge of someone that wasn't imaginary.</span></span></span></div><div style="color: red;"><br />
</div><div style="color: red;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Olive laughed. "Well if we're going to be technical, <b>I'm </b>actually the boss of him or her. But you would get to help, sure."</span></span></span><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> </span></span></span></div><div style="color: red;"><br />
</div><div style="color: red;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Corrigan smiled. He would take what he could get. "Will you make them call me Uncle Snuffle?"</span></span></span></div><div style="color: red;"><br />
</div><div style="color: red;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"You know it!"</span></span></span></div><div style="color: red;"><br />
</div><div style="color: red;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"Damn."</span></span></span></div><div style="color: red;"><br />
</div><div style="color: red;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Olive looked at her brother in mock surprise. "My dear baby brother! Why would you sully our heart-felt conversation with such a despicable word?"</span></span></span></div><div style="color: red;"><br />
</div><div style="color: red;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"What? You and mom say it all the time."</span></span></span><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> </span></span></span></div><div style="color: red;"><br />
</div><div style="color: red;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"Well... don't say it front of mom." Olive replied, ruffling Corri's hair. "She would be absolutely heartbroken that her innocent Snuffle was using such profanity."</span></span></span></div><div style="color: red;"><br />
</div><div style="color: red;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Corrigan scoffed. Clearly there was no way he was getting rid of his family nickname.</span></span></span></div><div style="color: red;"><br />
</div><div style="color: red;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: blue;">Time Skip...</span></span> </span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: red; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3G9_9Bwr4LQrEy7pfI_GuRrO1_MguQiK7_PldsTNrnx8VDRIssS74-tJVa4JA8-tWFZutwMbZkQ3Tz-FpWq1W7HtAxCJQ0R6wRHUQHAbiWx90yXQ3by3MpYhLMXWkf35gWckpVgTNNwax/s1600/Screenshot-53.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3G9_9Bwr4LQrEy7pfI_GuRrO1_MguQiK7_PldsTNrnx8VDRIssS74-tJVa4JA8-tWFZutwMbZkQ3Tz-FpWq1W7HtAxCJQ0R6wRHUQHAbiWx90yXQ3by3MpYhLMXWkf35gWckpVgTNNwax/s640/Screenshot-53.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div style="color: red;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Olive went into labor the next night. Mya was only able to lend a few small words of comfort, before...</span></span></span></div><div style="color: red;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: red; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjjF6BqAvBBLOrdIiyqnPmybAqK0slCKCoZp1SGwJpgArtFQLCZEOwygrDqPrn9ciBHvVIM9WrjCK5bosPje-l-Rw2IKQNUrGdlq4lbmOvbAlKsulI3UB9KwbIoANYOISNAPtCOV_jf63Q/s1600/Screenshot-54.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjjF6BqAvBBLOrdIiyqnPmybAqK0slCKCoZp1SGwJpgArtFQLCZEOwygrDqPrn9ciBHvVIM9WrjCK5bosPje-l-Rw2IKQNUrGdlq4lbmOvbAlKsulI3UB9KwbIoANYOISNAPtCOV_jf63Q/s640/Screenshot-54.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: red; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4MTPyZeK9nLagrfBG_vd1gJTclKwNF7oQwW8JBhuZhGhqbr6nj9ivzdUujLy_GfKc2MeLX02BWOpPGrx11LWQ1U3zvaBDRB8HqkJqUjMc1i4YAKgOMoE6uH5ilLhyB4LOyLvTc9Bri_uT/s1600/Screenshot-58.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4MTPyZeK9nLagrfBG_vd1gJTclKwNF7oQwW8JBhuZhGhqbr6nj9ivzdUujLy_GfKc2MeLX02BWOpPGrx11LWQ1U3zvaBDRB8HqkJqUjMc1i4YAKgOMoE6uH5ilLhyB4LOyLvTc9Bri_uT/s640/Screenshot-58.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div style="color: red;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">...little Adamaris was welcomed into the Dennis family.</span></span></span></div><div style="color: red;"><br />
</div><div style="color: red;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Robert teared up a bit at the thought of becoming a grandparent (and had a realization how young of a grandfather he was); Sybil examined the baby to make sure it had the correct number of limbs (she would never admit it, but Olive's childhood prank of the "Three Legged Plague" still haunted her); Corrigan made a public observation of how small she was; and Mya couldn't get over the fact that her baby just gave birth to the next generation too early in her young life.</span></span></span></div><div style="color: red;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: red; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikDbLvx_VL3rQgX5xsFylD9MhokpTeobJR5S6ZsaJDFGRq_rVENoGqb7Ef4EJKRg0_bOpnIv4bdICBIkSUbHJuIXWBZV5hZA2dpHsV9HS9s6o7Ok5GFpOb5kuWqo-wnJf2TIOCmH_-dzFi/s1600/Screenshot-73.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikDbLvx_VL3rQgX5xsFylD9MhokpTeobJR5S6ZsaJDFGRq_rVENoGqb7Ef4EJKRg0_bOpnIv4bdICBIkSUbHJuIXWBZV5hZA2dpHsV9HS9s6o7Ok5GFpOb5kuWqo-wnJf2TIOCmH_-dzFi/s640/Screenshot-73.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: red; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEho91045tE3izkTXs7TkaiDfsMUMBntVnt6TD3QGv9su3cKM_XEMDTk8OltHcUTJwVeiAmewwq4rgtSmRx0wg_0-ywKApAeSxwX_OSH5lLh3wXmbiTeRexDIPF8DuiLuCmAmnqsGB-lXg34/s1600/Screenshot-79.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEho91045tE3izkTXs7TkaiDfsMUMBntVnt6TD3QGv9su3cKM_XEMDTk8OltHcUTJwVeiAmewwq4rgtSmRx0wg_0-ywKApAeSxwX_OSH5lLh3wXmbiTeRexDIPF8DuiLuCmAmnqsGB-lXg34/s640/Screenshot-79.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: red; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWGX4McFrHtewuiguYhgRsYTvgSFJtfHVLWfnkAomsagI1prsXFsa7_zNaTvJ6xgNbDtYHCTbNBO_zy7PyCHjmqBxD9qruqRgKfN0MDfP1BscNpHC-hFggt4I_ulxeXIGahAMm9MuwMvdt/s1600/Screenshot-80.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWGX4McFrHtewuiguYhgRsYTvgSFJtfHVLWfnkAomsagI1prsXFsa7_zNaTvJ6xgNbDtYHCTbNBO_zy7PyCHjmqBxD9qruqRgKfN0MDfP1BscNpHC-hFggt4I_ulxeXIGahAMm9MuwMvdt/s640/Screenshot-80.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div style="color: red;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Despite the constant lack of sleep, Olive quite enjoyed her little daughter that she dubbed "Ada-Mar-Mar" (which Mya argued was <b>not</b> a nickname since it was longer than her real name, but Olive kept calling her it anyway).</span></span></span></div><div style="color: red;"><br />
</div><div style="color: red;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">But being with her daughter also cemented the fact that the one person that helped create her still didn't know she existed, not for lack of trying on Olive's part.</span></span></span><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> </span></span></span></div><div style="color: red;"><br />
</div><div style="color: red;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">She was <b>finally</b> able to reach Randy a week after their daughter was born. His voice was gruff and he was clearly annoyed with Olive's constant calls, but he agreed to meet her at the Esplanade.</span></span></span></div><div style="color: red;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: red; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhk8l8CfKp45Zwvja0gE49AAM0bC0qrcQyj9RFK0f2kWfw7CTt3iyzWL6yutAFb09fhTKUpvOPBlCyuK9qsudSIiVcYgpOMOeMtbQliT_QHC0z7ypyL_m29ct4ARH-lribPyLPCH28-_tF_/s1600/Screenshot-115.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhk8l8CfKp45Zwvja0gE49AAM0bC0qrcQyj9RFK0f2kWfw7CTt3iyzWL6yutAFb09fhTKUpvOPBlCyuK9qsudSIiVcYgpOMOeMtbQliT_QHC0z7ypyL_m29ct4ARH-lribPyLPCH28-_tF_/s640/Screenshot-115.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div style="color: red;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"Hey." Was all he said as soon as they met.</span></span></span></div><div style="color: red;"><br />
</div><div style="color: red;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Olive ignored the insensitive manner in which he greeted her. "Look, I'm here to tell you that you have a daughter. Her name is Adamaris and I'm not expecting anything from you, I just want you to know that she exists."</span></span></span></div><div style="color: red;"><br />
</div><div style="color: red;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"Yeah, I know." Randy scoffed.</span></span></span></div><div style="color: red;"><br />
</div><div style="color: red;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"You <b>knew</b>? And you <b>still</b> ignored my calls?" Olive was on the brink of blowing a fuse.</span></span></span></div><div style="color: red;"><br />
</div><div style="color: red;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"Look Olive. I'm not fit to be a father. I'm a high school drop-out and I come from a family of criminals. Plus, things between us were never serious."</span></span></span></div><div style="color: red;"><br />
</div><div style="color: red;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Olive couldn't believe what she was hearing. "Never serious?! We have a child together Randy, I think things just jumped into the 'serious' category."</span></span></span></div><div style="color: red;"><br />
</div><div style="color: red;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"We had a child after a couple of meaningless flings. I'm sorry it happened, but there it is."</span></span></span></div><div style="color: red;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: red; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLCAQTcjxM7GHQMWT5LDWwtcsNo3tQHRRlzO6ccNJiC61Mf6sqFXIBwlt0vkwpnG_74JjER6_j7quYPrDIHLukXH2mUMeIkKGG75Ccp6d_6YfPp9c8x77SwKqtyZ4asR6ea4RbChXQr72R/s1600/Screenshot-102.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLCAQTcjxM7GHQMWT5LDWwtcsNo3tQHRRlzO6ccNJiC61Mf6sqFXIBwlt0vkwpnG_74JjER6_j7quYPrDIHLukXH2mUMeIkKGG75Ccp6d_6YfPp9c8x77SwKqtyZ4asR6ea4RbChXQr72R/s640/Screenshot-102.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div style="color: red;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"Goddammit Randy. Why the <b>hell </b>did you ask me to be your girlfriend then? Why pretend you care, when you really don't?"</span></span></span></div><div style="color: red;"><br />
</div><div style="color: red;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Randy sighed. "I don't know. Me and Laquita hit another rough patch and you were, well... <b>willing</b>. And beautiful, and just the kind of girl that I thought would help me forget her."</span></span></span></div><div style="color: red;"><br />
</div><div style="color: red;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"So I was just a rebound then? Some <b>pity</b> fuck for your own little <b>pity</b> party? Does Laquita know how much of a cheating bastard you are?"</span></span></span></div><div style="color: red;"><br />
</div><div style="color: red;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Randy shrugged, obviously nonplussed by the questions and clearly not going to answer any of them.</span></span></span></div><div style="color: red;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: red; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgm0qH2-rIk_O0vwRF2ew5I4haqobcLeFHslDsWrGP6SgOWdNxxf6q_waPYm1zp2qzyJhAZVS0OZU-dyRyVL6L3HVx2neV0UVBoc0HWIcGTh6WqGjoTZ2isgK1umrYkG4ekXijuskwqeL13/s1600/Screenshot-109.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgm0qH2-rIk_O0vwRF2ew5I4haqobcLeFHslDsWrGP6SgOWdNxxf6q_waPYm1zp2qzyJhAZVS0OZU-dyRyVL6L3HVx2neV0UVBoc0HWIcGTh6WqGjoTZ2isgK1umrYkG4ekXijuskwqeL13/s640/Screenshot-109.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div style="color: red;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"Fine!" Olive yelled. "We were clearly done from the beginning, so let me just make this official. I don't want to see or hear from you, and that extends to Adamaris. If, by some fucking miracle, you ever decide you actually want to meet your daughter then you better pray that I am in the forgiving mood because as of right now, you have officially given up all rights of being a parent to her. You are right, you're not <b>fit </b>to be a father and I'll do everything in my power to make sure she doesn't have to find that out herself."</span></span></span></div><div style="color: red;"><br />
</div><div style="color: red;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Randy, for the briefest of moments, looked dejected before replacing it with the nonchalant mask he had been donning throughout the whole conversation. "That would probably be best." He finally answered.</span></span></span></div><div style="color: red;"><br />
</div><div style="color: red;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Olive nodded curtly and then turned away to head home, not wanting to spend anymore time in his presence, but Randy stopped her. "I <b>am </b>sorry Olive. You'll be a great mother."</span></span></span></div><div style="color: red;"><br />
</div><div style="color: red;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Olive looked back and said: "Damn right I will be," before returning to the road that would take her home, and to her daughter.</span></span></span></div><div style="color: red;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: red; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjh1KiVgRDBmcXwoacegWpwiHTwj8iqtUkKnmrqobVfYAJbqWpxmNCGEzt4sM-EEo_1BJU9ClyGiyzO_RbdIGtgP5b5d6GBDP3XNDxD-n7cTDEwASySX3hJMDBgtDuR5FZTGf3yUOAtuepW/s1600/Screenshot-117.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjh1KiVgRDBmcXwoacegWpwiHTwj8iqtUkKnmrqobVfYAJbqWpxmNCGEzt4sM-EEo_1BJU9ClyGiyzO_RbdIGtgP5b5d6GBDP3XNDxD-n7cTDEwASySX3hJMDBgtDuR5FZTGf3yUOAtuepW/s640/Screenshot-117.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div style="color: red;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">When Olive returned home, she found her father taking a brief nap on his bed. "Daddy?" she asked hesitantly, "Can I talk to you?"</span></span></span></div><div style="color: red;"><br />
</div><div style="color: red;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"Of course." He said, patting the empty space beside him in response.</span></span></span></div><div style="color: red;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: red; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3LebA9Aun-gIur1l7N7Fcd39_zCBN4irLZpaWztv8VsFnF6dOX_mlZlmL3ocUKN9TrRt0pcdTY7GODC2mgPu472w8K0Bd_2xjfn4FfQR5_E-r2zrCDLFxLBgJEktlV6v6rVFrtKrwSSH2/s1600/Screenshot-120.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3LebA9Aun-gIur1l7N7Fcd39_zCBN4irLZpaWztv8VsFnF6dOX_mlZlmL3ocUKN9TrRt0pcdTY7GODC2mgPu472w8K0Bd_2xjfn4FfQR5_E-r2zrCDLFxLBgJEktlV6v6rVFrtKrwSSH2/s640/Screenshot-120.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div style="color: red;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> </span></span></span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;">"I told Randy about Adamaris." She began.</span></span></span></div><div style="color: red;"><br />
</div><div style="color: red;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;">"So Randy <b>is </b>the father?" Robert knew his suspicions were correct.</span></span></span></div><div style="color: red;"><br />
</div><div style="color: red;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;">"Yes."</span></span></span></div><div style="color: red;"><br />
</div><div style="color: red;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;">"And will he be making any appearances in his daughter's life?"</span></span></span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;"> </span></span></span></div><div style="color: red;"><br />
</div><div style="color: red;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;">Olive shook her head. "Not even <b>guest </b>appearances."</span></span></span></div><div style="color: red;"><br />
</div><div style="color: red;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;">Robert took a moment to contain his anger. Olive was obviously hurt and him insulting Randy would only make the situation worse. "You have us." He said finally, "And Ada. That's all that matters."</span></span></span></div><div style="color: red;"><br />
</div><div style="color: red;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;">Olive nodded. "I know dad... it's just..."</span></span></span></div><div style="color: red;"><br />
</div><div style="color: red;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;">"You wanted Adamaris to have a father?"</span></span></span></div><div style="color: red;"><br />
</div><div style="color: red;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;">"I wanted her to have what I have."</span></span></span></div><div style="color: red;"><br />
</div><div style="color: red;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;">Robert reached over and cupped his daughter's hand in his. It felt like only yesterday that he was singing lullaby's to her and now, here he was, breaking the news to her that life wasn't always fair. "She <b>will</b>. She doesn't need a father to have the same upbringing as you; just a caring family who loves and supports her."</span></span></span></div><div style="color: red;"><br />
</div><div style="color: red;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;">Olive smiled. "Thanks dad. For everything."</span></span></span></div><div style="color: red;"><br />
</div><div style="color: red;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;">"Sure thing Ollie. Now I believe there is a darling little baby that has been missing you for the last couple of hours."</span></span></span></div><div style="color: red;"><br />
</div><div style="color: red;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;">Olive laughed. "You are just pawning her off on me. Admit it."</span></span></span></div><div style="color: red;"><br />
</div><div style="color: red;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;">Rob shrugged. "I'm getting old. Give your dear dad a break."</span></span></span></div><div style="color: red;"><br />
</div><div style="color: red;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;">Olive gave Robert a hug. "I love you dad."</span></span></span></div><div style="color: red;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;"> </span></span></span></div><div style="color: red;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;">"I love you too sweetheart."</span></span></span></div><div style="color: red;"><br />
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</div><div style="color: red;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;">When Olive asked what he meant by that, he said "I saw it all alone... away from the other butterflies, and I thought that it needed a family. Just like you needed us when you felt all alone."</span></span></span></div><div style="color: red;"><br />
</div><div style="color: red;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;">Olive smiled at her brother, surprised by his insight. "Yeah, it <b>does</b> need a family. It <b>also</b> needs a name... what do you think of Snuffle</span></span></span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;">?"</span></span></span></div><div style="color: red;"><br />
</div><div style="color: red;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;">Corrigan shook his head, clearly not pleased with Olive's mediocre attempt at humor.</span></span></span></div><div style="color: red;"><br />
</div><div style="color: red;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;">"Okay, okay. What about Aashritha?"</span></span></span></div><div style="color: red;"><br />
</div><div style="color: red;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;">Corrigan scrunched his nose in confusion. "What does it mean?"</span></span></span></div><div style="color: red;"><br />
</div><div style="color: red;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;">"Someone who gives shelter; just like our family."</span></span></span></div><div style="color: red;"><br />
</div><div style="color: red;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;">"Where did you learn that?"</span></span></span></div><div style="color: red;"><br />
</div><div style="color: red;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;">Olive shrugged. "From an Indian Studies class I took last semester."</span></span></span></div><div style="color: red;"><br />
</div><div style="color: red;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;">"I like it." He concluded.</span></span></span></div><div style="color: red;"><br />
</div><div style="color: red;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;">"Better than Snuffle?"</span></span></span></div><div style="color: red;"><br />
</div><div style="color: red;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;">"<b>Any</b> name is better than Snuffle."</span></span></span></div><div style="color: red;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;"> </span></span></span></div><div style="color: red;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;">Olive laughed. "Then Aashritha it is."</span></span></span></div><span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Oh my-lanta! Adamaris is seriously beautiful (she's a child in-game)! I have a feeling picking an heir might be hard this generation; it's a good thing Olive only pops out two kiddos. If you want a spoiler, you can see what Ada looks like <b><a href="http://familyecho.com/?p=G6F0A&c=op4nl46cum&f=184863046669920147#view:G6F0A">>>HERE<<</a></b> </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">In case it isn't obvious, I didn't really care for Randy. He was quite mean to Olive in-game and they fought a shiz-ton (not to mention he was assigned as a "bully" with Twallan's Personalities and really did enter a local gang). He reminded me of this <b><u><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3FSt2hbFOvM&feature=related">>>Randy<<</a></u></b> and I was not having that! So... I did away with him, for now.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Next up, Chapter Seventeen! I can't believe I'm this far already!</span></span></div>GigaRevivalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16416368229832346047noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8797177559716728209.post-27393849208223257252011-08-23T06:41:00.000-07:002012-01-12T05:50:33.005-08:001.15--Being Honest<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-eRSyaUwTLHLSkPC695xFnBCwJYIOG1ahSdSm9NbE7yYM-k4H-NRXPH9GhxV84R6p_9AUpxtLqL2vnaU1H463gQe8NzS2gK6LxdhHUaOTdHIv2doBtBulSU6I0MypVmh6Sa2KcR952Ano/s1600/Screenshot-6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-eRSyaUwTLHLSkPC695xFnBCwJYIOG1ahSdSm9NbE7yYM-k4H-NRXPH9GhxV84R6p_9AUpxtLqL2vnaU1H463gQe8NzS2gK6LxdhHUaOTdHIv2doBtBulSU6I0MypVmh6Sa2KcR952Ano/s640/Screenshot-6.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div style="color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;">Olive woke up early the next morning despite having been out the majority of the night. She caught a lucky break in that her parents had apparently not noticed she was gone; or Sybil actually did cover for her. Olive felt a pang of guilt over constantly pushing her sister into uncomfortable situations. She would have to thank her later.<span style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></div><br />
<div style="color: black;"></div><div style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Besides that worry, Olive had another issue that occupied her mind lately; the fact that she was <b>still </b>suffering from severe nausea. She kept trying to convince herself that it was just a food she ate that day, but it was getting more and more difficult for her to believe it.</span></span></div><div style="color: black;"><br />
</div><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"It </span><b style="color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">can't </b><span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">be what I think it is. I only did it once, and we used protection. It can't be."</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">The worry was crippling and her room felt like it was caving in. She needed to get out.</span></span><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidaEAk9_7wirzHzgQKeurRVQCCoqwOlkb3pnm9OwXTKDQPwbOI7o5SBpcU6spJjuaCQkJN9J_ps84Jb4p8CezAOwodU5H-Yns6POUIa8HmKtzJh3GGWu4dPHRExYG8pk8p26ZWTngwWdke/s1600/Screenshot-175.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidaEAk9_7wirzHzgQKeurRVQCCoqwOlkb3pnm9OwXTKDQPwbOI7o5SBpcU6spJjuaCQkJN9J_ps84Jb4p8CezAOwodU5H-Yns6POUIa8HmKtzJh3GGWu4dPHRExYG8pk8p26ZWTngwWdke/s640/Screenshot-175.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;"> Meanwhile back at the Dennis household, </span></span><span style="color: black; font-size: small;">Sybil was contemplating her own crisis. She desperately wanted to tell her parents about Hayley, but couldn't think up an appropriate way to broach the subject.</span><span style="color: black; font-size: small;"> </span></div><div style="color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;">"What do I say? Mom, dad... I'm gay. Oh and by the way, I'm dating the girl you've been letting sleep over at our house for the last 9 years." Sybil laughed when she thought of her mothers expression when she would remember that Hayley and Sybil shared a bed for a good week last time she slept over.</span><br />
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-size: small;">But Corri was oddly content being alone. It meant that he could play how he pleased without any outside influences, particularly other kids who wanted to dictate the rules of the game. No... Corri was the ruler in his own head and he didn't need anyone else to have fun.</span></span></span></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Sybil nervously asked Hayely if she would like to go with her.</span></span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> </span></span></span></span></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"No, Sybil. I absolutely <b>do not</b> want to go to prom with my <b>girlfriend.</b>" Hayley said, rolling her eyes.</span></span></span></span></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Sybil laughed. "I still get nervous about this. Give me a break! My parents will have to think we're going as just friends for now though, if that is okay with you."</span></span></span></span></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Hayley sighed. "Syb... when are you going to get over the fact that your parents won't care if you're gay and will love you regardless. For goodness sakes, your mom has <b>several</b> gay friends!"</span></span></span></span></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"I know. It's just different. If she doesn't agree with her friends life choices, she can separate herself from them at the end of day. She can't do that with me. I would probably stalk my mom if she tried."</span></span></span></span></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"Well... you know me. A real magnet for drama. Don't worry Sybil, I'll play along and when you're ready to go public I'll still be there. Promise."</span></span></span></span></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Sybil smiled. "I'm really lucky to have you."</span></span></span></span></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"Damn straight. Now what are we wearing?!"</span></span></span></span></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"So good lookin'... who are you taking to prom?" Randolph asked as soon as they were alone.</span></span></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"I don't know yet. You see, there's this <b>really </b>cute boy at my school who I've been dying to ask, but I've been too nervous."</span></span></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"Does this boy have a name?" </span></span></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">As Randy inched closer to her, Olive felt a sudden urge to come clean and tell him everything that she had been worrying over the last week. "No." She thought, "I don't want to freak him out unnecessarily. I'll wait until I'm sure."</span></span></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"Are you okay?" Randy asked, noticing Olive's hesitation.</span></span></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"Will you go to prom with me?" She asked as soon as they separated. Anything to get her nagging guilt to subside... or even just to distract her from it for a slight moment. She knew how he would react if she told him; Randy had a reputation as the local ladies man and she would only push him away if she told the truth.</span></span></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"Of course." He said, interrupting her thoughts.</span></span></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">And for the moment, Olive was content with the fact that at least she could enjoy one night before reality caught up with her.</span></span></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i><span style="font-size: x-small;">I'll have to explain what happened since I lost the pictures and was far too lazy to load up a previous save and play through it again. 0_0</span></i></span></span></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-size: small;">Much to everyone's (except Olive's) surprise, Sybil had won Prom Queen. What Syb didn't know was that Olive had used her connections to get her name on the ballot and then coerced anyone she could to vote for her. Hayley had joined the scheme at the last minute hoping that this might help Sybil get over her social phobia.</span></span></span></span></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-size: small;">Sybil took her crown graciously and then threw up backstage due to pure anxiety. Both Olive and Hayley felt bad and after she had her "couple" dance with the King (Randolph), offered to escort her home early. She refused and spent the rest of the dance tearing up the dance floor. Apparently winning the crown gave her some sort of super-human dance skills (and confidence).</span></span></span></span></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-size: small;">Olive placed her Prom picture above her bed, a reminder that it was night's like these that made her excited for what the future brought... even if what it brought might be unexpected.</span></span></span></span></span></span><br />
<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></span></span></span></span><br />
<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: blue;">The Following Day...</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjya63TIQh3ZpFGQajir7lWAQUi_QZqUYQbjTqBpjlJ3kb1MQJMq_3Bi4xZhJ4Vfx2QROst03GskSNlvWKdNGKkieYZhCQ1TSTvTNoVE6ytDe-PeqTvRVi13aHMwBqCD8FAnYNLd7txp9I1/s1600/Screenshot-156.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjya63TIQh3ZpFGQajir7lWAQUi_QZqUYQbjTqBpjlJ3kb1MQJMq_3Bi4xZhJ4Vfx2QROst03GskSNlvWKdNGKkieYZhCQ1TSTvTNoVE6ytDe-PeqTvRVi13aHMwBqCD8FAnYNLd7txp9I1/s640/Screenshot-156.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Olive never let go of Sybil's hand through the whole process.</span></span></span><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgytprHa1W_9oofrKhUJlNdRUmyyNyQ9Lzq1ZbAME4e35BWzy2Pdv0bHSysexEppqZQ2sRBAhTkaABxWtV69DD1MJX7rhkPAYFXsVjGBNjYLqSVDrU1BhZPYKhJyi0lcpLxhq5MhqYN1Rmg/s1600/Screenshot-160.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgytprHa1W_9oofrKhUJlNdRUmyyNyQ9Lzq1ZbAME4e35BWzy2Pdv0bHSysexEppqZQ2sRBAhTkaABxWtV69DD1MJX7rhkPAYFXsVjGBNjYLqSVDrU1BhZPYKhJyi0lcpLxhq5MhqYN1Rmg/s640/Screenshot-160.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div style="color: black;"><span style="color: black; font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"Mom. Dad. There is something we need to tell you."</span></span> <span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">They had rehearsed this together, convinced that it would make this conversation easier. It didn't.</span></span></div><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;">"I'm gay and dating Hayley." Sybil said, jumping right into it.</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;">"And I'm... I'm pregnant."</span></span></span><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjA4TS9FVlvkpGGXctTL-R4NXhHTGOimElkQww7NsfqUfA_rd4OTAf84yGewIO8hNWF0TGAt1B7JB0WJGhRi8KYI86r97w-DGoeoZNXS-AaoPBCaxUYahjCb_SEHr2YAKNjJ4BQcoajS_lT/s1600/Screenshot-154.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjA4TS9FVlvkpGGXctTL-R4NXhHTGOimElkQww7NsfqUfA_rd4OTAf84yGewIO8hNWF0TGAt1B7JB0WJGhRi8KYI86r97w-DGoeoZNXS-AaoPBCaxUYahjCb_SEHr2YAKNjJ4BQcoajS_lT/s640/Screenshot-154.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div style="color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Mya and Robert stood stunned into silence for a moment, before Mya finally responded.</span></div><div style="color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjipJ7-1QvumVuHoc6sVtUoUGo1LOxRodZGMQU2u8ozJIyY5ybrR5d2mhP9AuJpFvhquLfYzH4hRhSK-0XvvVVn4ETR8GKMMfurQf7-v1Ux2xbnXHqyZfFgcv6MuCw3-UnWR5087Wnxhi3c/s1600/Screenshot-164.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjipJ7-1QvumVuHoc6sVtUoUGo1LOxRodZGMQU2u8ozJIyY5ybrR5d2mhP9AuJpFvhquLfYzH4hRhSK-0XvvVVn4ETR8GKMMfurQf7-v1Ux2xbnXHqyZfFgcv6MuCw3-UnWR5087Wnxhi3c/s640/Screenshot-164.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div style="color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"How long have you two been keeping this from us?"</span></div><div style="color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"I've been dating Hayley since the night of the party..."</span></div><div style="color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"...and I <b>just </b>got confirmation about being pregnant. I've been worried about it for a little over a week now though."</span></div><div style="color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"But why didn't you girls tell us?" Robert emphasized. He was surprised by their news, but hurt that they felt they needed to hide it. He and Mya had always prided themselves on running an open household... apparently their ego was incorrect.</span></div><div style="color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"We were both afraid." Olive said sheepishly. "I didn't want you to be disappointed in me... or stop loving me."</span></div><div style="color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2mK63DDJu2fqvIcqVyzV-Rtfchmtohc05FR9z1gKDVxIWj1Sl2-qQXDt6tUNto-1ZSjhNTaCb-IWCQCK0EgLQqh9VdIatll7H25kqEC7jo206bEkz0usDKY14td9M-RFg1MIuV4ZVhRLb/s1600/Screenshot-167.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2mK63DDJu2fqvIcqVyzV-Rtfchmtohc05FR9z1gKDVxIWj1Sl2-qQXDt6tUNto-1ZSjhNTaCb-IWCQCK0EgLQqh9VdIatll7H25kqEC7jo206bEkz0usDKY14td9M-RFg1MIuV4ZVhRLb/s640/Screenshot-167.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div style="color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Robert immediately pulled Olive into a hug. "We will <b>never </b>stop loving you two."</span></div><div style="color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"And let's get a few things straight..." Mya added, "Sybil, since when have we <b>ever</b> gave you the impression that we are adverse to homosexuals in this family? That's right, never. There is nothing wrong with being gay and me and your father accept you no matter what... and Olive, I won't say that I'm not hurt by your current situation, but you are our daughter and your place is here with us during this. We will accept whatever decision you make."</span></div><div style="color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"I want to keep it." Olive said suddenly. "I don't want to put it up. It's <b>my </b>baby and it's my responsibility."</span></div><div style="color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"What about the father?" Robert asked, perhaps much more sternly than he intended.</span></div><div style="color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"I haven't told him yet." Olive felt ridiculous saying it out loud. How could you keep something like <b>this </b>from someone?</span></div><div style="color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Well let's worry about that in the coming days." Mya said, sensing Robert's apprehension over who the father could be. He had his suspicions that it was that Sargaent boy that she had attended Prom with (and they had only met once for cripes sake!), but now was not the time to openly play the guessing game.</span></div><div style="color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIQToBn8m0J4b0etfADWs7kqUcwKH31uGc8ECe0QMbXbNkjpz-TKwbTH4Ox4AHNNn7b1UD5lI_oYqYRrZaHcMNE4sj4cebqzcidKdA-40RudMbtJfJUPNqLL5cvhtfW4NGyv2-GlA2I0i4/s1600/Screenshot-199.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIQToBn8m0J4b0etfADWs7kqUcwKH31uGc8ECe0QMbXbNkjpz-TKwbTH4Ox4AHNNn7b1UD5lI_oYqYRrZaHcMNE4sj4cebqzcidKdA-40RudMbtJfJUPNqLL5cvhtfW4NGyv2-GlA2I0i4/s640/Screenshot-199.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div style="color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Once the girls had gone back to their room, Mya was finally alone with Robert to vent her fears.</span></div><div style="color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"What if Olive decides to drop out of school? She better not! Oh God. Robert, what kind of life will she have as a teenage mother?!"</span></div><div style="color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpamF_W27xNkLjXkFcKLW0zgfpDTYFdcDV2jn2TftGVOHuS_t3yw_agkmf7mB3TbMlVsR22se0AkrP2DE7lWQGQ-P5C-N-jokc_dZopHVmMGziRKpK_2EiHLanD0JPgspEn8DcDBosqqYn/s1600/Screenshot-204.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpamF_W27xNkLjXkFcKLW0zgfpDTYFdcDV2jn2TftGVOHuS_t3yw_agkmf7mB3TbMlVsR22se0AkrP2DE7lWQGQ-P5C-N-jokc_dZopHVmMGziRKpK_2EiHLanD0JPgspEn8DcDBosqqYn/s640/Screenshot-204.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div style="color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Let's take one thing at a time." Robert said, hoping to calm both himself and Mya. In response to Mya's scoff, he added "Everything will be fine. We will all be fine."</span></div><div style="color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNayUsKCtNJnsx9yi8fcnV1U0gd0amG1g7KLnnKGkknUowSH19yBKlfdA-FJxsnVG-AM5yN67uTIswSMQyRLGZJHbnAhU_IfwdGuL0LxwGm8Nnn_EUIdtADxki0TbS0nNTifMQTuyZdw_p/s1600/Screenshot-172.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNayUsKCtNJnsx9yi8fcnV1U0gd0amG1g7KLnnKGkknUowSH19yBKlfdA-FJxsnVG-AM5yN67uTIswSMQyRLGZJHbnAhU_IfwdGuL0LxwGm8Nnn_EUIdtADxki0TbS0nNTifMQTuyZdw_p/s640/Screenshot-172.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: small;">And as the days passed and Olive's belly began to noticeably grow, she knew she would have to be honest with more than just her family.</span></div><div style="color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
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<span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WWZPFunQmxQ"><b></b></a></span><span style="font-size: small;">Mya is at Level 9 of her career (Assistant Principal) and has achieved her LTW (the Tinkerer)... she is almost done. She ages up kind of soon'ish... so at least most of her stuff is out of the way. Rob is at Level 9 of his career as well (Flatfooted Investigation Specialist) and I found out that the Yomoshoto Invasion is a promotion perk when you get to level 8. He reached level 10 of logic... so now it's just getting him to the top of his career.<b> </b>I still have the change of scenery requirement as well (almost there!).</span></span><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Some picture spam:</span></b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOP4WOi_pqPnVIDeVt9IdY2-oZ5RFeQ756FVmCuN5AC_b0E1dXJwSCQ91UMDQ7j1S54CqXK_FMluAwuDGm-8zDSw3VJi67H-Z1gcWuqoPWER58O7ATWvDcwmI9zW1HEsQFNbSlwgcUNS2x/s1600/Screenshot-31.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOP4WOi_pqPnVIDeVt9IdY2-oZ5RFeQ756FVmCuN5AC_b0E1dXJwSCQ91UMDQ7j1S54CqXK_FMluAwuDGm-8zDSw3VJi67H-Z1gcWuqoPWER58O7ATWvDcwmI9zW1HEsQFNbSlwgcUNS2x/s400/Screenshot-31.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> <span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Snuffle manages to make drinking a juice box look cute.</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgG8d19LXy388fa1NxDrtMqTbxPmYAVhC4UgQSGvuqTXhT9D4R9b_AjlaE_vSDAV66Mkj7C7ANc9XcwKSqe59J1mc8CkTz_3Wns587tynok4m2oDrEDdVr2H0IjA8MUzCRMJjlntOOQOumA/s1600/Screenshot-34.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgG8d19LXy388fa1NxDrtMqTbxPmYAVhC4UgQSGvuqTXhT9D4R9b_AjlaE_vSDAV66Mkj7C7ANc9XcwKSqe59J1mc8CkTz_3Wns587tynok4m2oDrEDdVr2H0IjA8MUzCRMJjlntOOQOumA/s400/Screenshot-34.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> <span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I'm not really sure what Randy is doing here. </span></span></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgadStKShrdxaXyrTLESR4CUGNw21DjMYCaNOI74fwJVlvcxRLifB0djwIc4Odf5YR7t40gcwOtzOZCNDy-UqWvr_YhIBky02ev5GJ3wsT4XgyJpn8kEqbsBnltyeNtoGGdSxC9oOwoN9jO/s1600/Screenshot-32.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgadStKShrdxaXyrTLESR4CUGNw21DjMYCaNOI74fwJVlvcxRLifB0djwIc4Odf5YR7t40gcwOtzOZCNDy-UqWvr_YhIBky02ev5GJ3wsT4XgyJpn8kEqbsBnltyeNtoGGdSxC9oOwoN9jO/s400/Screenshot-32.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> Aaaand the normal, everyday Sybil freak-out.</span></span></div>GigaRevivalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16416368229832346047noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8797177559716728209.post-89558397578988688892011-08-22T22:47:00.000-07:002012-01-12T05:35:08.485-08:001.14--Being Grounded is Such a Drag!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsuoeHIJqtKQMHFIrnfkPvvNLDculEr-exiU_sgXW01zcsUp9ZgnblVppS5xmY7iZIpBDhyNZQDQ5FZd1rCT-hTNUFbpmfAMEd6OWBJHPSKKChw8iEY7KyAtsMSbO2U-EMOBunNym9_5Po/s1600/Screenshot-244.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsuoeHIJqtKQMHFIrnfkPvvNLDculEr-exiU_sgXW01zcsUp9ZgnblVppS5xmY7iZIpBDhyNZQDQ5FZd1rCT-hTNUFbpmfAMEd6OWBJHPSKKChw8iEY7KyAtsMSbO2U-EMOBunNym9_5Po/s640/Screenshot-244.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRioRrZN4ciIHN4bHp2tXMTUv9cjSg2GwQbm6gIjGcGrPEWzO50EFhkaqtEkNpU6Nk90N6SMOFnYJktW4iLmDCOVirQjRTWbTIhKjNX8TX_X305WxhBlraY4XFDmI4YbQTyyr2hH2VF96p/s1600/Screenshot-245.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRioRrZN4ciIHN4bHp2tXMTUv9cjSg2GwQbm6gIjGcGrPEWzO50EFhkaqtEkNpU6Nk90N6SMOFnYJktW4iLmDCOVirQjRTWbTIhKjNX8TX_X305WxhBlraY4XFDmI4YbQTyyr2hH2VF96p/s640/Screenshot-245.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;">"What were you girls thinking?!" Mya yelled.</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;">"Who was taking care of Corri during this party?" Robert interjected.</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;">Olive looked to her sister for help, but she looked just as helpless as she felt. This definitely was not going well. "We took turns watching him. He was well taken care of, I promise!"</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;">"That doesn't matter! We trusted you girls and you throwing a party while your infant brother is basically left to fend for himself is absolutely out of the question. You're both grounded!"</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;">"Until when?" Sybil asked.</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;">"Until we say so." Mya finished.</span></span></span><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZVN5BaA2crR92RZKGPziWOPdC4BUc8IuYeRk2edvnvWLdLIc8f4QS8jx0RKKx6hLdPRsWdNq9Fz2ki5orsX_6bGS9qR8wY3v_8msEfDo5zU41-VhbDn3_avZSaxIDiEMDmCL_4woufn1A/s1600/Screenshot-253.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZVN5BaA2crR92RZKGPziWOPdC4BUc8IuYeRk2edvnvWLdLIc8f4QS8jx0RKKx6hLdPRsWdNq9Fz2ki5orsX_6bGS9qR8wY3v_8msEfDo5zU41-VhbDn3_avZSaxIDiEMDmCL_4woufn1A/s640/Screenshot-253.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;"> "Me and your father don't want to be the bad guys here, but you have to understand where we are coming from."</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;">Olive and Sybil nodded, both of them feeling extremely guilty for not watching Corrigan as closely as they should have.</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;">Mya sighed. The girls were clearly remorseful. "Since this a first time offense, <b>technically</b>," Mya smirked as she glanced at Olive, "I'd be willing to cap your grounding at a week as long as your father agrees."</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;">Robert smiled. "That seems fair to me. If you do this again though, your mother and I will not be as lenient."</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;">"Duly noted." Olive said as she glanced at her sister. They were both aware that they just caught a break and it was best not to mess it up.</span></span></span><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDoe8a19689GfafD3J1ei_pKErkrSeeV0C3RjawVQL2-dVSwUbzbt802kn0yHEz-vP-PMl8l45wk7NR3Gm0Bf95Y-fc65a1kvQEWgGIO_wz5zmrwcATcy77iMWEjUinjLB202Ua8uKT2z0/s1600/Screenshot-266.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDoe8a19689GfafD3J1ei_pKErkrSeeV0C3RjawVQL2-dVSwUbzbt802kn0yHEz-vP-PMl8l45wk7NR3Gm0Bf95Y-fc65a1kvQEWgGIO_wz5zmrwcATcy77iMWEjUinjLB202Ua8uKT2z0/s640/Screenshot-266.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2f879FMGpOeR9j7qMT53VYyg2xbuTUKBGGWBmUd6DE0xRWNlEYyh4bK_fYw9qXZS3NWmun0hqFHY_Q5_UMzBOAVN6Z5lu6CTJ-US3k4FXI-vHhJ6A-K4R_vKIre0NC2E0gx_6zbyFphQx/s1600/Screenshot-270.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2f879FMGpOeR9j7qMT53VYyg2xbuTUKBGGWBmUd6DE0xRWNlEYyh4bK_fYw9qXZS3NWmun0hqFHY_Q5_UMzBOAVN6Z5lu6CTJ-US3k4FXI-vHhJ6A-K4R_vKIre0NC2E0gx_6zbyFphQx/s640/Screenshot-270.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;">Amongst the tumult, Corrigan aged up. This would mark the second birthday that he was overlooked.</span></span></span><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmkuJRySeBvfdXgWoHbK2TQNJq5V3l4FlAuROH1aRR9Sctl8EQt7pMOEipyUYiZmI2r3rm_10I-o_xDB-ub1UEETgkSsU0pNZQBM_au6CvT98z93cVHUbahDQXTBhx1VsFfqAjwPjYQevT/s1600/Screenshot-272.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmkuJRySeBvfdXgWoHbK2TQNJq5V3l4FlAuROH1aRR9Sctl8EQt7pMOEipyUYiZmI2r3rm_10I-o_xDB-ub1UEETgkSsU0pNZQBM_au6CvT98z93cVHUbahDQXTBhx1VsFfqAjwPjYQevT/s640/Screenshot-272.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;">Feeling bad, Mya promised to throw him a birthday party the next day. Despite having just been grounded, Olive was extremely excited.</span></span></span><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2OkGIvuakFSwXUk0mOQpjapiGoxDGWkZ4eYTLshYhDLYTrBjZTyGMTwNZfjn63sp8IjfyMB2wP5wKlizR2k5Gyn2shvHpOzC3Cwd1Qxlff2072CzpJedeYzVRavxJizbW3OKvC4Azdu0Q/s1600/Screenshot-260.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2OkGIvuakFSwXUk0mOQpjapiGoxDGWkZ4eYTLshYhDLYTrBjZTyGMTwNZfjn63sp8IjfyMB2wP5wKlizR2k5Gyn2shvHpOzC3Cwd1Qxlff2072CzpJedeYzVRavxJizbW3OKvC4Azdu0Q/s640/Screenshot-260.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;">"I'm really sorry Sybil." Olive said as soon as they entered their room.</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;">"Why?"</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;">"I convinced you to throw the damn party with me, even after you expressed concerns about getting caught."</span></span></span><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOoNjuzYJj9K9hLBYhLvDdJ_fAb7fH6lGFdALxn-x0SwzjN5TEkat21gti1m-f3p8hslajdWBCXSYwu8i2QcyVHMvrcvo7gSlmUBlYrllTpgc0C6rTjLp2uqI06_thLurgJFihEbH40JXR/s1600/Screenshot-262.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOoNjuzYJj9K9hLBYhLvDdJ_fAb7fH6lGFdALxn-x0SwzjN5TEkat21gti1m-f3p8hslajdWBCXSYwu8i2QcyVHMvrcvo7gSlmUBlYrllTpgc0C6rTjLp2uqI06_thLurgJFihEbH40JXR/s640/Screenshot-262.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;">Sybil laughed. "Olive, I <b>wanted</b> to throw the party too. Plus, it was worth it."</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;">"Oh?"</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;">"I told Lee that I like her?"</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;">"And?!" Olive couldn't contain her excitement.</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;">"She likes me too."</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;">"Are you guys official... I mean, are you girlfriends?"</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Sybil nodded.</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"Congratulations Syb!"</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"What about you and Randy? We didn't get a good chance to talk after the party what with the cleaning and making sure Snuffle was taken care of."</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Olive sighed. "I don't know. He skipped out pretty early, but he left a nice note. He said to call him so we could talk, but I haven't yet."</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"Skipped out early? Did you...?!"</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"Yes." Olive answered. "But I don't really want to talk about it. Let's go to bed."</span></span></span><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmuqta0b6PW7SqeoPWxnaLNeGeb1vpiaoYcmGonLFyfDYoPe4lgAiDouE_Ck9nP7S0rHHUAdbb6Hv6VFKIwd4lyd3IRXRrVpCmnltJGSI5L01xhJ799T2nf9zd63QfSyFLXjM1PhrWSTjX/s1600/Screenshot-108.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmuqta0b6PW7SqeoPWxnaLNeGeb1vpiaoYcmGonLFyfDYoPe4lgAiDouE_Ck9nP7S0rHHUAdbb6Hv6VFKIwd4lyd3IRXRrVpCmnltJGSI5L01xhJ799T2nf9zd63QfSyFLXjM1PhrWSTjX/s640/Screenshot-108.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Sybil pulled her into a hug. "You're okay, right? You can at least tell me that."</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"I'm fine." Olive smiled. "I just... feel weird. I don't know how to explain it."</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"Well when you can, I'm here."</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"I know."</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: blue;">The Next Morning...</span></span></span></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"It <b>has</b> to be that shitty pizza we ordered last night." Olive thought.</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;">"Syb!" Mya yelled. "Honey, this is a pool not a pond. I would much prefer <b>not </b>to get a phone call from an enraged parent because their child has a hook through their lip."</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;">"Stop it, you little squirt! Or else I'll tell everyone your family nickname." Olive hollered.</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;">Robert, swimming nearby, budded in. "Will you two behave yourselves?! Olive, you're supposed to be the example here."</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;">"Yeah!" Corrigan replied, sticking his tongue out at Olive.</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;">Olive laughed. "Since when do you trust <b>me </b>to be an example dad?"</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;">"Good point."</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Hayley understood and didn't push her. "You do have to tell them <b>sometime </b>you know? I mean, it's bound to get back to them at some point and it would be better coming from you than a stranger."</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Sybil sighed. "I know. I just... want to find the right time. I mean, it will be one thing to tell them I'm gay, but to also add that I've already got a girlfriend. Although it does help that it's you. My parents <b>love</b> you almost as much as I do."</span></span></span><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> </span></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Hayley laughed. "I told Olive that sucking up has its advantages."</span></span></span><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqmJ_dmB-aLsN1Wh6sXA9N3AqZ6W1PFc8755xay3GiwClJrRGtOcOfeBz98prL3dxq53D_MEO4-FOOZO5AFRmgAfTOO5LQF48ds4CO-aKb284RelUZkv3JPJwxgP7D8A5vZJQ5zPOBJfUi/s1600/Screenshot-12.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqmJ_dmB-aLsN1Wh6sXA9N3AqZ6W1PFc8755xay3GiwClJrRGtOcOfeBz98prL3dxq53D_MEO4-FOOZO5AFRmgAfTOO5LQF48ds4CO-aKb284RelUZkv3JPJwxgP7D8A5vZJQ5zPOBJfUi/s640/Screenshot-12.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;">As soon as everyone returned home, Mya and Robert decided to give back phone privileges to the girls.</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;">Since she had yet to call Randy, Olive thought this was the perfect opportunity. As she thought, he asked her to be his girlfriend and she readily agreed.</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">...Olive decided to break the rules again and sneak out to see Randy.</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"Is anyone covering for you?" Randy asked.</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"No. I didn't want to pull Sybil into another one of my bad ideas... although I think she has probably caught on at this point that I'm not home."</span></span></span><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> </span></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"Then let's make this count." Randy said as he pulled her into a hug; and as Olive let his embrace overtake her... she didn't care about the consequences she might face tomorrow.</span></span></span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;"><b><span style="color: blue;"> </span></b></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I accidentally left the pictures of Corrigan as a child up last chapter (as I was *supposed* to show him aging up, but decided to cut it short), so anyone who saw last chapter before I fixed it got a nice little spoiler. lol.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">For everyone else, here are the close-up's.</span></span><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b>Corrigan (aka Snuffle, Cor-Bear, Corri)</b></span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGxxxPrNfjud6t5m4UC0Ar9Qnn2gc-ygXfQ_GLQily2_rJ32J_wH2zrdgMMlEz-xyP73HR7jkRLiUAIhxraF0dyNorodBsAhkV3O1A5SnfIo5zoFSijnfIqfwQ4iUkUeyT9lcxUyG2b6HR/s1600/Screenshot-274.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGxxxPrNfjud6t5m4UC0Ar9Qnn2gc-ygXfQ_GLQily2_rJ32J_wH2zrdgMMlEz-xyP73HR7jkRLiUAIhxraF0dyNorodBsAhkV3O1A5SnfIo5zoFSijnfIqfwQ4iUkUeyT9lcxUyG2b6HR/s640/Screenshot-274.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">His traits are Genius, Insane, Virtuoso. He looks strikingly similar to Papa Dennis... but everything could go downhill when he is a teen.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b><span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">An Accidental Pic Turned Adorable</span></b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhTf4tGMiOBoXCnT-8fGqGD7fJTmL4FDXTGvvpVAFSBdOpK0NFzXordsGBABI0aRc8FXoUwr6ETkbCyCYkaUsb14bj-9QeqGOtY1LIprHxv4TWEJH-r_eAUeirm0WJ77loyP8wgh9H1bDP/s1600/Corri.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhTf4tGMiOBoXCnT-8fGqGD7fJTmL4FDXTGvvpVAFSBdOpK0NFzXordsGBABI0aRc8FXoUwr6ETkbCyCYkaUsb14bj-9QeqGOtY1LIprHxv4TWEJH-r_eAUeirm0WJ77loyP8wgh9H1bDP/s640/Corri.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">This is seriously the cutest picture I have ever accidentally taken of a sim. Why you so adorable Corrigan?!</span></span><br />
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</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Cece gave a good guess where this is going (not that it wasn't a bit obvious LOL)... Olive caught the pregnant... but she isn't entirely aware yet. Well, now that the drama is in motion... let's move on shall we? :) </span></span></div></div>GigaRevivalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16416368229832346047noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8797177559716728209.post-441383430976920922011-08-21T21:44:00.000-07:002012-01-12T05:58:30.375-08:001.13--Getting Caught Red-Handed<div><div style="color: red;"><b><br />
</b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: red; text-align: center;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQWz9zpU5Pa8pRFt2iY-tAxX8eJzqZ9EAbmJSu2cn0YpGwVNVKBMqy6cQUYqn4_llhKfw90Ytr2nM2BbRFFdUmMcv4oPyPqoFJNe2ecUTxZQ4q9Ge4SosmPb49wmDJtg1zjxQJOOuhS2CR/s640/Screenshot-95.jpg" width="640" /></div><div style="color: red;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><i>Almost matching PJ's. How cute!</i></span></span></span></span></div><div style="color: red;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><i> </i></span></span></span></span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;"> </span></span></span></div><div style="color: red;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;">Hayley Cornett, Olive and Sybil's best friend since childhood, had been staying at the Dennis household while her parents were out of town. Mya and Robert didn't mind since Hayley was basically a part of the family and often helped out around the house during her visit (which was more than they could say for their own children who feigned sleeping or having to work on a big project to avoid chores).</span></span></span></div><div style="color: red;"><br />
</div><div style="color: red;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;">Olive frequently teased Hayley for making the Dennis children look bad. "Just <b>don't </b>clean up after yourself and, I don't know, throw toilet paper around or something... <b>please</b>. Or else my mom and dad are going to think we're terrible children who never help out."</span></span></span></div><div style="color: red;"><br />
</div><div style="color: red;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;">"But you <b>are</b> terrible children who never help out." Hayley countered.</span></span></span></div><div style="color: red;"><br />
</div><div style="color: red;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;">"Not true. I <b>totally </b>did the laundry and dishes yesterday."</span></span></span></div><div style="color: red;"><br />
</div><div style="color: red;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;">"Because you're <b>totally</b> grounded." Sybil offered.</span></span></span></div><div style="color: red;"><br />
</div><div style="color: red;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;">"Hey! You're supposed to be on my side. No changing teams, you traitor!"</span></span></span></div><div style="color: red;"><br />
</div><div style="color: red;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;">Sybil shrugged. "My loyalty is fluid. I go with the winning team... and right now that's Hayley."</span></span></span></div><div style="color: red;"><br />
</div><div style="color: red;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;">Olive pouted. "But...I love you."</span></span></span></div><div style="color: red;"><br />
</div><div style="color: red;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;">"I love you too, sis. Still siding with Lee on this one though."</span></span></span></div><div style="color: red;"><br />
</div><div style="color: red;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;">Olive broke out in song. <b>"<a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=22QYriWAF-U">One is the loooneliest number that you'll ever doooo...</a>"</b> </span></span></span></div><div style="color: red;"><br />
</div><div style="color: red;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;">Sybil and Hayley laughed. "Fine!" Hayley exclaimed, "we'll both side with you if you promise to never sing again."</span></span></span></div><div style="color: red;"><br />
</div><div style="color: red;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;">"I knew my beautiful singing voice would sway you." Olive said with a self-satisfied grin.</span></span></span></div><div style="color: red;"><br />
</div><div style="color: red; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="color: blue; font-size: large;"><b>The Next Morning...<span style="color: black;"></span></b></span></span></span></span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="color: blue; font-size: large;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: red; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIS-BoBQBF6Z0psBZb5NXxE171WJzleZ3eGRroKhESR7AmaW5WnZ90AUYQET2QPAoJ0bIzcJGwbGIqn6k3fq_SqHTHZXx_en3jFdwKPRqs3NLuun_00kU60qpb_zt1TKAWxSmCDI5WDWvi/s1600/Screenshot-118.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIS-BoBQBF6Z0psBZb5NXxE171WJzleZ3eGRroKhESR7AmaW5WnZ90AUYQET2QPAoJ0bIzcJGwbGIqn6k3fq_SqHTHZXx_en3jFdwKPRqs3NLuun_00kU60qpb_zt1TKAWxSmCDI5WDWvi/s640/Screenshot-118.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="color: red;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="color: blue; font-size: large;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Sybil </span></span></span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">was the first to awake out of the girls.</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></div><div style="color: red;"><br />
</div><div style="color: red;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="color: blue; font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"I call first dibs on the shower." She whispered.</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></div><div style="color: red;"><br />
</div><div style="color: red;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="color: blue; font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Mya laughed. "Why are you whispering? l thought all the fun of the 'dibs' game revolved around yelling it."</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></div><div style="color: red;"><br />
</div><div style="color: red;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="color: blue; font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"Sh! If I wake Olive, she'll find some kind of loophole, or worse, race me to the shower. Have you seen how fast she runs?"</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></div><div style="color: red;"><br />
</div><div style="color: red;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="color: blue; font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"Well you better hop to it then." Mya smirked. Olive was certainly sneaky when it came to competition. Plus, she knew how fast her daughter could run first-hand... she often raced Mya to the car when she took the girls out grocery shopping so she could practice driving. Mya had yet to win. </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></div><div style="color: red;"><br />
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</div><div style="color: red;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="color: blue; font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">... Olive woke up.</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></div><div style="color: red;"><br />
</div><div style="color: red;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="color: blue; font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"I call dibs on the shower!" She yelled, waking up Hayley and scaring her mother half to death. Mya would have to talk to Robert about teaching the kids this game... a stern talk.</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></div><div style="color: red;"><br />
</div><div style="color: red;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="color: blue; font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"Olive! Lower your voice. You'll wake you the rest of house. Besides, Sybil already called dibs and is taking a shower now."</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></div><div style="color: red;"><br />
</div><div style="color: red;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="color: blue; font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Olive laughed. "Dammit."</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></div><div style="color: red;"><br />
</div><div style="color: red;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="color: blue; font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"Language young lady!" Mya felt like a hypocrite chastising her daughter over a curse. Olive was certainly aware of the irony. </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></div><div style="color: red;"><br />
</div><div style="color: red;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="color: blue; font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"What?!" Olive asked innocently, "I said darn-it."</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></div><div style="color: red;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: red; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjixNZMoTlt3i7UJAqwxgVXsk7bIqRmLvJVUuWYeSPiSEwPcLsWd6O1AUiotwxBRVW8luOewLkkYTJJLYqBmvb-dSJrG9RVoWSDsKvGIVdMBJ2ZPsRrkm-m38wwIgeCJwi34w86uv02-6-c/s1600/Screenshot-127.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjixNZMoTlt3i7UJAqwxgVXsk7bIqRmLvJVUuWYeSPiSEwPcLsWd6O1AUiotwxBRVW8luOewLkkYTJJLYqBmvb-dSJrG9RVoWSDsKvGIVdMBJ2ZPsRrkm-m38wwIgeCJwi34w86uv02-6-c/s640/Screenshot-127.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div style="color: red;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="color: blue; font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"Sure you did. You are aware that I'm getting old not deaf, right? There is breakfast on the counter and tell Sybil I said goodbye. Also, you and Syb remember to come home right after school so me and your father can pack and leave for our anniversary trip."</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></div><div style="color: red;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: red; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimgCx93AV15HTgGc-H8I-TbU4_GeaR1e88PHlYkSlCyJAWACxF4KvQ6HxiB8IkAhn0FmLewxQE5s_yIdoSBvBqAP8NeCIyjqCr1RMP6tkg8B2Qgh9oj5549HsExDH1iFaYoqQVENN9ngrX/s1600/Screenshot-126.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimgCx93AV15HTgGc-H8I-TbU4_GeaR1e88PHlYkSlCyJAWACxF4KvQ6HxiB8IkAhn0FmLewxQE5s_yIdoSBvBqAP8NeCIyjqCr1RMP6tkg8B2Qgh9oj5549HsExDH1iFaYoqQVENN9ngrX/s640/Screenshot-126.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div style="color: red;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="color: blue; font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> "Ew." Was the only response Olive gave.</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></div><div style="color: red;"><br />
</div><div style="color: red;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="color: blue; font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"Aw... I think it's cute. Where are you two going?" Hayley asked.</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></div><div style="color: red;"><br />
</div><div style="color: red;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="color: blue; font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"Just to a little resort outside of town for some alone time."</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></div><div style="color: red;"><br />
</div><div style="color: red;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="color: blue; font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"Double ew." Olive said, giving her mom a smirk.</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></div><div style="color: red;"><br />
</div><div style="color: red;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="color: blue; font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Mya laughed. "Love you sweetheart. You girls be good at school."</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></div><div style="color: red;"><br />
</div><div style="color: red;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="color: blue; font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"Love you too, mom."</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></div><div style="color: red;"><br />
</div><div style="color: red;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="color: blue; font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"And we will Mrs. D." Hayley added.</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></div><div style="color: red;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: red; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWm19DUYgWRsWTzK8f8YtilI9IFDOZmLwwmpZTZbFt807npwhh6C0EfnCneQoHWRHOE1aot9mMu1xQfWijCufU7A6GPqv10y3cUBgUmeH__Rmi4Q5Tdqm3r-c54lIFr-WwDheARVtDAwj2/s1600/Screenshot-130.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWm19DUYgWRsWTzK8f8YtilI9IFDOZmLwwmpZTZbFt807npwhh6C0EfnCneQoHWRHOE1aot9mMu1xQfWijCufU7A6GPqv10y3cUBgUmeH__Rmi4Q5Tdqm3r-c54lIFr-WwDheARVtDAwj2/s640/Screenshot-130.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div style="color: red;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="color: blue; font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i><span style="font-size: x-small;">Aaaaand the makeover I gave Hayley *finally* registers.</span></i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></div><div style="color: red;"><br />
</div><div style="color: red;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="color: blue; font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"You are <b>such</b> a suck-up." Olive said, teasing Hayley after her mom left.</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></div><div style="color: red;"><br />
</div><div style="color: red;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="color: blue; font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">She shrugged in response. "I like your parents. I have to head over to my house to make sure <b>my</b> parents made it home okay and grab a book for class. I'll see you guys at school... Oh!" she added suddenly, "tell Syb that I'll see her at lunch to help her with her algebra homework."</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></div><div style="color: red;"><br />
</div><div style="color: red;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="color: blue; font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Olive gave her a suspicious look. Sybil was really good at algebra, since when did she need help? "I sure will. See you at school Lee."</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></div><div style="color: red;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: red; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRQyPB-jbZOQ3hS3fGrJKZ0P037IRUf367rCYgUzFYB_NF9t3xgtIPIdCUPijYNsGlT1QHrAosQ8rr9r3SqoU0x6hXZHKeSg5REwGRvotBa2KZ4JNa-_TUndc6d5dh3qQbP4xrFZxmcNXA/s1600/Screenshot-8.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRQyPB-jbZOQ3hS3fGrJKZ0P037IRUf367rCYgUzFYB_NF9t3xgtIPIdCUPijYNsGlT1QHrAosQ8rr9r3SqoU0x6hXZHKeSg5REwGRvotBa2KZ4JNa-_TUndc6d5dh3qQbP4xrFZxmcNXA/s640/Screenshot-8.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div style="color: red;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"Mom said goodbye... and Lee wanted me to remind you to meet her for lunch for your tutoring session." Olive said, watching as her sister suddenly started blushing.</span></span></span></div><div style="color: red;"><br />
</div><div style="color: red;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"What is it Syb? I thought you were doing well in algebra."</span></span></span></div><div style="color: red;"><br />
</div><div style="color: red;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"I am... I just need some extra help."</span></span></span></div><div style="color: red;"><br />
</div><div style="color: red;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"You're a terrible liar."</span></span></span></div><div style="color: red;"><br />
</div><div style="color: red;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Sybil sighed. "All right... I think I like Hayley."</span></span></span></div><div style="color: red;"><br />
</div><div style="color: red;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"Uh...I like her too. She <b>is </b>our best friend."</span></span></span></div><div style="color: red;"><br />
</div><div style="color: red;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"No. I mean I <b>like </b>Hayley." Sybil said, clearly embarrassed.</span></span></span></div><div style="color: red;"><br />
</div><div style="color: red;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Olive stared at her sister in disbelief. She always assumed Syb was adverse to relationships since they required a certain intimacy. This <b>did</b> explain Syb's disgust with all the boys at their school. "Since when?"</span></span></span></div><div style="color: red;"><br />
</div><div style="color: red;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"Forever, I guess."</span></span></span></div><div style="color: red;"><br />
</div><div style="color: red;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"Does she know?"</span></span></span></div><div style="color: red;"><br />
</div><div style="color: red;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"Of course not! I don't know if she swings <b>that</b> way. And I'm too much of a coward."</span></span></span></div><div style="color: red;"><br />
</div><div style="color: red;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"Well I didn't know you 'swung' that way either. Maybe she'll surprise you. Sybil, you <b>have </b>to tell her."</span></span></span></div><div style="color: red;"><br />
</div><div style="color: red;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"Wait... you're not repulsed by this? I mean, you're okay with me being a lesbian?"</span></span></span></div><div style="color: red;"><br />
</div><div style="color: red;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"I'm surprised certainly, but no I'm not repulsed. I honestly think this is great! You <b>do </b>need to be honest though... with everyone."</span></span></span></div><div style="color: red;"><br />
</div><div style="color: red;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"I will... eventually. And thanks Ollie."</span></span></span></div><div style="color: red;"><br />
</div><div style="color: red;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Olive decided not to push any further. It was clear that Syb was uncomfortable letting others know right now. "Let's go to school so you can fawn over Lee."</span></span></span></div><div style="color: red;"><br />
</div><div style="color: red;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Sybil laughed. "Shut up!"</span></span></span></div><div style="color: red;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: red; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_qaQxS8GU47yYJjK6D7JKg3V1rVMx1MKEQdE4efIi8p5iySlWob-8mi3DX6qfJvtH7Y38OINqDdru54HASBqhF5_u-MqrrAmOd8P8IaYw8ZsTi77sMLVZ1GwkYCkPhIFcFizd3DCcKWwu/s1600/Screenshot-33+%25282%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_qaQxS8GU47yYJjK6D7JKg3V1rVMx1MKEQdE4efIi8p5iySlWob-8mi3DX6qfJvtH7Y38OINqDdru54HASBqhF5_u-MqrrAmOd8P8IaYw8ZsTi77sMLVZ1GwkYCkPhIFcFizd3DCcKWwu/s640/Screenshot-33+%25282%2529.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div style="color: red;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">As soon as the girls returned home from school, Mya and Rob left for their vacation.</span></span></span></div><div style="color: red;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: red; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrGrP2Dh6WauN1z03OoTEJwnFfrysPDGyMtxj5rySHcZLnkrQldl86NoH2gEyOCUpGmZeMOr1ui-BFlC7jElqvmZBkxedy_70FGpD89f0QVQ5q4cjo6RdSn4PZJQHwNlPkwuzqvMhSIzQh/s1600/Screenshot-6+%25282%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrGrP2Dh6WauN1z03OoTEJwnFfrysPDGyMtxj5rySHcZLnkrQldl86NoH2gEyOCUpGmZeMOr1ui-BFlC7jElqvmZBkxedy_70FGpD89f0QVQ5q4cjo6RdSn4PZJQHwNlPkwuzqvMhSIzQh/s640/Screenshot-6+%25282%2529.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div style="color: red;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Olive decided she had a brilliant idea. "Let's throw a party!"</span></span></span></div><div style="color: red;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: red; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgm6k6xdK9qJMHe04I3m8i_ETdTaXPWw8QnI66QNJ1slrZ8AsWIma2Hf7BCCYhFMzgmof3JhVF0-CP4GsmCyeeFdrevFEqYsMcL-IM5xyHoG3W7h_77NgvAt1qP3FyArK8voDmLJkqwJW_O/s1600/Screenshot-13+%25282%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgm6k6xdK9qJMHe04I3m8i_ETdTaXPWw8QnI66QNJ1slrZ8AsWIma2Hf7BCCYhFMzgmof3JhVF0-CP4GsmCyeeFdrevFEqYsMcL-IM5xyHoG3W7h_77NgvAt1qP3FyArK8voDmLJkqwJW_O/s640/Screenshot-13+%25282%2529.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div style="color: red;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Sybil wasn't so sure. "What about Snuffle? And what if mom and dad find out?"</span></span></span></div><div style="color: red;"><br />
</div><div style="color: red;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"We can take turns watching Cor-Bear... and as long as we clean the house, they won't know. Plus, we can invite Lee over so you can confess your undying love to her... and I can finally build up the courage to talk to Randolph outside of school."</span></span></span><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> </span></span></span></div><div style="color: red;"><br />
</div><div style="color: red;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Sybil laughed. "I should have <b>never </b>told you about my feelings for Lee. I knew you would be relentless!" But she had to admit, she <b>was </b>warming up to the idea if Lee was going to be there.</span></span></span></div><div style="color: red;"><br />
</div><div style="color: red;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Olive waited, giving her sister plenty of time to process the advantages of the situation.</span></span></span></div><div style="color: red;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> </span></span></span></div><div style="color: red;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Sybil sighed. "Fine! But we <b>have </b>to clean everything. And not too many people."</span></span></span></div><div style="color: red;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: red; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLrOtwL1naymZM5fQK8XOv8fO4FDwMeUtSXroDaU4llJDM3M1ghHigWBwsifoMPgu6BiNkTXyimvPFpHRQ9z16OOYvxzr_NAYd8agjqEZhIXSNZx5DykxwjNwEJY08iTTu9dN4upbDUG4d/s1600/Screenshot-29+%25282%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLrOtwL1naymZM5fQK8XOv8fO4FDwMeUtSXroDaU4llJDM3M1ghHigWBwsifoMPgu6BiNkTXyimvPFpHRQ9z16OOYvxzr_NAYd8agjqEZhIXSNZx5DykxwjNwEJY08iTTu9dN4upbDUG4d/s640/Screenshot-29+%25282%2529.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div style="color: red;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;">"Yes!" Olive exclaimed. "I'll make the calls, and you order the pizza."</span></span></span></div><div style="color: red;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;"> </span></span></span></div><div style="color: red;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;">And with that, a Dennis party was organized...</span></span></span></div><div style="color: red;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: red; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRFcRwOsnpPp6xG8aBYOCogAwHbKfcyK_kE9j8xxqgQuM-jYQYqqHtqUA8R2AslFBu-c09hpzOJGj69DW60DUAAfd_o34WEgo1cJfLUw8o1tpGpThm7ilN7Zz3ZvVpo-AUZfKpG5Aj9mbL/s1600/Screenshot-52+%25282%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRFcRwOsnpPp6xG8aBYOCogAwHbKfcyK_kE9j8xxqgQuM-jYQYqqHtqUA8R2AslFBu-c09hpzOJGj69DW60DUAAfd_o34WEgo1cJfLUw8o1tpGpThm7ilN7Zz3ZvVpo-AUZfKpG5Aj9mbL/s640/Screenshot-52+%25282%2529.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: red; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: red; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-Z5lOvjsUddk6tODR7V5qn0yHf41qavwL2_kwsbbW3soULZtCB8wxeOLWNt_nXdYOaTEh0YOn7AyV1ECIfVNOlH-Zy56_wn6JjKA_3LO4zJqKUZYLR86cOaw-gyoXYGRIiosTzxJYYHYc/s1600/Screenshot-43+%25282%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-Z5lOvjsUddk6tODR7V5qn0yHf41qavwL2_kwsbbW3soULZtCB8wxeOLWNt_nXdYOaTEh0YOn7AyV1ECIfVNOlH-Zy56_wn6JjKA_3LO4zJqKUZYLR86cOaw-gyoXYGRIiosTzxJYYHYc/s640/Screenshot-43+%25282%2529.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: red; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsuS5q7PyMvesDgxTEsOUH-_gPHQMV1lhUQH83g-s1F2V5o78jlJWybe1x-Lw9xgLsjboL7vbSJz1J4GSh6UdfIEMY7clpz5phLUcXUAybsERR1Lp2lTZv9-cTvNHJ4uz5t4x7IGuouC1x/s1600/Screenshot-57+%25282%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsuS5q7PyMvesDgxTEsOUH-_gPHQMV1lhUQH83g-s1F2V5o78jlJWybe1x-Lw9xgLsjboL7vbSJz1J4GSh6UdfIEMY7clpz5phLUcXUAybsERR1Lp2lTZv9-cTvNHJ4uz5t4x7IGuouC1x/s640/Screenshot-57+%25282%2529.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div style="color: red;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">...where a lot of flirting, dancing, and story-telling took place.</span></span></span></div><div style="color: red;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: red; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3b3issU0nYsZDOOGoqfddGdDGoo8bydMv8-SPi65tZnN1-w5zoSEkdFsP32u2AVrgBGp51iuBLWZfNifQ8YnzIXI_oW4MA9B2VeDW9o3XRmyUDx3LW5A2SMLZMzdsafeE8XmRCiSqkBOT/s1600/Screenshot-61.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3b3issU0nYsZDOOGoqfddGdDGoo8bydMv8-SPi65tZnN1-w5zoSEkdFsP32u2AVrgBGp51iuBLWZfNifQ8YnzIXI_oW4MA9B2VeDW9o3XRmyUDx3LW5A2SMLZMzdsafeE8XmRCiSqkBOT/s640/Screenshot-61.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div style="color: red;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Sybil gathered all the courage she had and led Hayley outside...</span></span></span></div><div style="color: red;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: red; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGrscM3tjHoxf0QMWABqqw8U9ntVFyiZFEscJkjCBUmusjju1JTeCOLWesyLuTd-mtCGLnnYyY_CTjiZiMUDbJGBqxKqnv3lBfe5BJCfGawVSh-CdZT2CVL1s7LvMYjfYVic7hpM1QOWAL/s1600/Screenshot-63.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGrscM3tjHoxf0QMWABqqw8U9ntVFyiZFEscJkjCBUmusjju1JTeCOLWesyLuTd-mtCGLnnYyY_CTjiZiMUDbJGBqxKqnv3lBfe5BJCfGawVSh-CdZT2CVL1s7LvMYjfYVic7hpM1QOWAL/s640/Screenshot-63.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div style="color: red;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">...where she nervously confessed her feelings.</span></span></span></div><div style="color: red;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: red; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3cyURyz7VblaNbjIyR8GwFQGd-utR0NIPk2uJ8janzKwDXIxwWrQrbJd1UfFgKlgTtypdtEuhqHKEbwrwYTy4Xy8hL5xUreIxAska2EwktMBNHahCXMq920NDCceNEIaijR7tveKc5B2Z/s1600/Screenshot-75.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3cyURyz7VblaNbjIyR8GwFQGd-utR0NIPk2uJ8janzKwDXIxwWrQrbJd1UfFgKlgTtypdtEuhqHKEbwrwYTy4Xy8hL5xUreIxAska2EwktMBNHahCXMq920NDCceNEIaijR7tveKc5B2Z/s640/Screenshot-75.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div style="color: red;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">And found out that Hayley enthusiastically felt the same about her.</span></span></span></div><div style="color: red;"><br />
</div><div style="color: red;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"So the tutor sessions were a ruse, huh?" Hayley asked.</span></span></span></div><div style="color: red;"><br />
</div><div style="color: red;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"Yeah." Sybil admitted sheepishly.</span></span></span></div><div style="color: red;"><br />
</div><div style="color: red;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"I thought so." Hayley smiled as she brushed the hair from Sybil's face. "So does this mean we can stop pretending you need tutoring and actually go out together for lunch?"</span></span></span></div><div style="color: red;"><br />
</div><div style="color: red;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Sybil laughed. "Yes... <b>please.</b> My packed lunches were getting old. And I don't know about you, but I'm pretty sick of the library."</span></span></span></div><div style="color: red;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: red; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhArzrox0-5BW9OiAeVP3HX5VSoOxM2KU6Q6QXCN_ffIulALHJXiXK4ggDXMBuqhrkgT4HJNTFg9j-WEYu22S0l_m2POJbnIuagCi5tjMjRho9I3S4mIrQgJCrYszq3EMPYQjBqKrHYhDRs/s1600/Screenshot-57.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhArzrox0-5BW9OiAeVP3HX5VSoOxM2KU6Q6QXCN_ffIulALHJXiXK4ggDXMBuqhrkgT4HJNTFg9j-WEYu22S0l_m2POJbnIuagCi5tjMjRho9I3S4mIrQgJCrYszq3EMPYQjBqKrHYhDRs/s640/Screenshot-57.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div style="color: red;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Hayley pulled her into a hug. "Me too."</span></span></span></div><div style="color: red;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: red; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNxEPY2rjICl3c-scCb1gkPKRZfm6r1Qq98MHDn7ByxUN3GQothPDbJG7P7kvsY17jp8uHukI_JyCBH3HADhgLvvIJp1QG6h1dZpEArA-KpBFx1XS5icDiSOpIvNS8WQqJXYHYX447BvKW/s1600/Screenshot-46.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNxEPY2rjICl3c-scCb1gkPKRZfm6r1Qq98MHDn7ByxUN3GQothPDbJG7P7kvsY17jp8uHukI_JyCBH3HADhgLvvIJp1QG6h1dZpEArA-KpBFx1XS5icDiSOpIvNS8WQqJXYHYX447BvKW/s640/Screenshot-46.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div style="color: red;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> They spent the rest of the party outside, content with just each others company...</span></span></span></div><div style="color: red;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="color: red;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: blue;">The next day...</span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: blue;"> </span></span></span></span></span></div><div style="color: red;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: red; text-align: center;"></div><div style="color: red;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Olive woke up early to find the other side of the bed empty with a scrawled note on the pillow:</span></span></span></span></div><div style="color: red;"><br />
</div><div style="color: red;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I'm really sorry I had to leave early. I have work in the morning and I can't be late. I can come back after to help you and your sister clean. Just text me and I'll be there. By the way, last night was fun, but can we go on an actual date next time? <strike>Does this mean I can call you my girlfriend?</strike></span></i></span></span></span></div><div style="color: red;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> Call me later, I need to talk to you.</span></i></span></span></span></div><div style="color: red;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> Randy</span></i></span></span></span></div><div style="color: red;"><br />
</div><div style="color: red;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Olive read it twice... and then three times before smiling to herself. Either he really did think he scribbled out the girlfriend part enough for her not to see it... or he was attempting to be sly.</span></span></span></span></div><div style="color: red;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: red; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: red; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkXeigiX0m-Z5ke5UzqHOrWr6395sXrR7yPJw2hgn0JvH5psHEboDcdTi0nfxSP-gqbEEu6_IjlrPUbpWfK2EmSd2g8ZOR_o-DXy61dQJsvzHc0d3AP6GDpxb3CnZUr02omNjDfK86QWMf/s1600/Screenshot-121+%25282%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkXeigiX0m-Z5ke5UzqHOrWr6395sXrR7yPJw2hgn0JvH5psHEboDcdTi0nfxSP-gqbEEu6_IjlrPUbpWfK2EmSd2g8ZOR_o-DXy61dQJsvzHc0d3AP6GDpxb3CnZUr02omNjDfK86QWMf/s640/Screenshot-121+%25282%2529.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: red; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvAz8xuiyRYmOVoisS7VYdX1D8RSfYu6Rf7JhGsZtUgd9acDwq9goewfYlxrUxoUBRmw34KTJIJ-xE8TtBMr8n7GA3c4Z4xe2JvrgOSI4qkmKyivS4KxGtcYRCFdDO0zMnOuq7i0oy8sl1/s1600/Screenshot-103+%25282%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvAz8xuiyRYmOVoisS7VYdX1D8RSfYu6Rf7JhGsZtUgd9acDwq9goewfYlxrUxoUBRmw34KTJIJ-xE8TtBMr8n7GA3c4Z4xe2JvrgOSI4qkmKyivS4KxGtcYRCFdDO0zMnOuq7i0oy8sl1/s640/Screenshot-103+%25282%2529.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div style="color: red;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;">...and playing with Corrigan. They were convinced that they had gotten away with their party, but little did they know that Mya and Rob had gotten a phone call from a neighbor...</span></span></span></div><div style="color: red;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: red; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSzOXxERcUtyUMQGmok4qgg9SFdW6pRa0IDAepcroPE7BCl44ePbw23y78UkDZXuJU1WkZ7A3ng2HBm2ZLTIrdX1knV1cVpDz5ZBE4E8MHag53CQJphpVj7jIofUDzOSM8q0lXf_GJv1ab/s1600/Screenshot-238.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSzOXxERcUtyUMQGmok4qgg9SFdW6pRa0IDAepcroPE7BCl44ePbw23y78UkDZXuJU1WkZ7A3ng2HBm2ZLTIrdX1knV1cVpDz5ZBE4E8MHag53CQJphpVj7jIofUDzOSM8q0lXf_GJv1ab/s640/Screenshot-238.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div style="color: red;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;">...And were on their way home. </span></span></span></div><div style="color: red;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: red; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSc2YbA2GuDniRHrwKTuZIJbumU7pDruJuheHLoUecOndbAQHqXBbSivbAG2Ai9rOrYEMkmd5ajL724FA5jcPtqGoW4dpWMlm7-bx_WbC7aNV9dVaOJ9eFwzqafOaBvtYw9llfNk0jNJmm/s1600/Screenshot-240.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSc2YbA2GuDniRHrwKTuZIJbumU7pDruJuheHLoUecOndbAQHqXBbSivbAG2Ai9rOrYEMkmd5ajL724FA5jcPtqGoW4dpWMlm7-bx_WbC7aNV9dVaOJ9eFwzqafOaBvtYw9llfNk0jNJmm/s640/Screenshot-240.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div style="color: red;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;">"So you two decided to throw a party without us, huh?" Robert said as soon as he entered the house.</span></span></span></div><div style="color: red;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: red; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEX-nq0WezlIlFk1L7eIX_EVyatoc7IB8clv-cbr-LWB9qMw6sBYvRHH64OPdDIh3n01M2Ti23ivuGGPXD9w19J6JRKW1-pJNAmvMA_oOqRE-h9cPFFbBocZlS7Dmk9rfp5OAUShYI0U4t/s1600/Screenshot-86.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEX-nq0WezlIlFk1L7eIX_EVyatoc7IB8clv-cbr-LWB9qMw6sBYvRHH64OPdDIh3n01M2Ti23ivuGGPXD9w19J6JRKW1-pJNAmvMA_oOqRE-h9cPFFbBocZlS7Dmk9rfp5OAUShYI0U4t/s640/Screenshot-86.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div style="color: red;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;">"Shit." Olive said. By the look on Syb's face, she was pretty sure she was thinking the same.</span></span></span></div><div style="color: red;"><br />
</div><span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">--------------------------------------------</span></div><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> </span></span></span></div></div><span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I gave Hayley a makeover because I felt she looked too generic, but it didn't actually register until she changed clothes the next day. Just a little note in case anyone found her physical changes jarring.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Also, I didn't realize how closely I'm resembling Mya and Olive's relationship on me and my moms. We are super close, but we are often overly sarcastic with each other. LOL. Makes writing them so much easier.</span><b style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="color: blue;"> </span></b><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: purple;"> </span></span></div>GigaRevivalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16416368229832346047noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8797177559716728209.post-57195955994732242462011-08-20T12:02:00.000-07:002012-01-12T02:37:53.018-08:001.12--A Little Older, A Little Wiser, A Little... Wrinklier?<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhz2HAZEqf68rRhnEZAFwQ75hW1YGkcHECBwsf0b0Qr1j8Ce77p5CFzAaC3r6KwJcclem4lEf04ngF-qoskTdPmem3YvwUNtlT3-kyUpuQU9-XdUT9Y9mvq36Y7C0B5cKd7QZTnZlz7G3n4/s1600/Screenshot-4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhz2HAZEqf68rRhnEZAFwQ75hW1YGkcHECBwsf0b0Qr1j8Ce77p5CFzAaC3r6KwJcclem4lEf04ngF-qoskTdPmem3YvwUNtlT3-kyUpuQU9-XdUT9Y9mvq36Y7C0B5cKd7QZTnZlz7G3n4/s640/Screenshot-4.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2CMk1f_uBscJbWQKFi03pXru1rq9vEljefC0OCo7sFQCad-Buh6EYtAAnAOIFU0NSXMaJPhRf5P-sfQba18Wgw6uXPw3JVY7FePJYho2sLrQ4Xl_9pVhiWSc5F3vbV48ReJPtvsq7qqz7/s1600/Screenshot-5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2CMk1f_uBscJbWQKFi03pXru1rq9vEljefC0OCo7sFQCad-Buh6EYtAAnAOIFU0NSXMaJPhRf5P-sfQba18Wgw6uXPw3JVY7FePJYho2sLrQ4Xl_9pVhiWSc5F3vbV48ReJPtvsq7qqz7/s640/Screenshot-5.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;">As usual, Olive decided to start her first day of High School by booby-trapping things around the house. "Can't let them grow complacent," she thought.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;">Over the years, her family had built up a quasi-immunity to her pranks and often just laughed it off as Olive being Olive... but sometimes she would hit the jackpot and pull an especially clever one that managed to be both funny and annoying. It had been a while since she booby-trapped the shower with temporary hair dye, so she was hoping that perhaps no one would catch on this time.</span></span><span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i> </i></span><br />
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<span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i>(Her</i></span> <i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;">"smile" in the second picture reminds me a bit of the <a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jM5CwOILEtM/TWKpVyPaPuI/AAAAAAAABbs/QGMXMBPcHkc/s800/Commander-Shepard-Trollface.jpg" style="color: purple;">Commander Shephard rape face.</a> 0_0)</span></span></i><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjICHJ-swbycOvTsZVykSpOcidHFMkIxem1lIh4YMcGmXG0ISnTEDDPZsnFkwAbOaBqaobBH68gdvnAJfGI5_I_ODj9Dsj6Wp6NzGhQ3QHa8AJkneuzSruR91JlIy-vjBallmLyLJtXmlRW/s640/Screenshot-12.jpg" width="640" /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">However clever Olive thought she was that morning, Sybil immediately caught on to her trickery. She tended to give herself away too easily, at least according to Sybil.</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"You pulled another prank didn't you?" Sybil asked.</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"Hey, I need to assert my individuality and independence... or something."</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Sybil laughed. "Is that the excuse you're going to give mom and dad when they ground you for it?"</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"Perhaps."</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"It'll never work."</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"Wanna bet?"</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"Oh no... last time we made a bet you <b>totally </b>cheated and weaseled your way out of it."</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Olive shrugged, feigning offense. "I would <b>never </b>do such a thing."</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"Right. Just like you would <b>never </b>dare Tyler to drink the lake water or you would <b>never </b>put jello in the school toilets..."</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Olive giggled. "Nope. Definitely wasn't me."</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRk77OM_xUSaELx0wQSwI9OIp5inupeK2kq5MjRNTo3SbEO0B_REZCn59Dd8qzjIiY951lUXzys1iY_Y7fT4W3Hd7ZGl0pvT59ldejIXSwAXWlPzEcNsxKpa_Rj4Fw3i0SxDNrjXCuOjbZ/s1600/Screenshot-23.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRk77OM_xUSaELx0wQSwI9OIp5inupeK2kq5MjRNTo3SbEO0B_REZCn59Dd8qzjIiY951lUXzys1iY_Y7fT4W3Hd7ZGl0pvT59ldejIXSwAXWlPzEcNsxKpa_Rj4Fw3i0SxDNrjXCuOjbZ/s640/Screenshot-23.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHuFEMTa7MEn4PaO4BP_dLYtjv2WcbhdzkefemmimX6wEMS8zAZ_q6eLHEgyGlMTO9Lt5hyjb8tZqSiTSy5fQQ89iJieHeNMg0FK64rqr1mxFUkj2GRMsn6OzVk99rxi8YGhGEpE-UP_2A/s1600/Screenshot-24.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHuFEMTa7MEn4PaO4BP_dLYtjv2WcbhdzkefemmimX6wEMS8zAZ_q6eLHEgyGlMTO9Lt5hyjb8tZqSiTSy5fQQ89iJieHeNMg0FK64rqr1mxFUkj2GRMsn6OzVk99rxi8YGhGEpE-UP_2A/s640/Screenshot-24.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;">While the girls were at school and Mya at work, Robert was the only unfortunate soul left in the house to test out Olive's prank.</span></span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;">"Dammit. Not again!" He yelled. </span></span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAkavDUNG_rZpQ4-AJJN-Y3tnICZv_eXXXeDW9hyphenhyphengEr_Ccm1d_bRccvyuM-SQ16t79M5qepWKLdAZnfAiVbCQORkz6L5SCsx3tFFLdMyiaUSZdxndFjQJccW0e4a1lpOt9aUGBEpIBFwpl/s1600/Screenshot-60.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAkavDUNG_rZpQ4-AJJN-Y3tnICZv_eXXXeDW9hyphenhyphengEr_Ccm1d_bRccvyuM-SQ16t79M5qepWKLdAZnfAiVbCQORkz6L5SCsx3tFFLdMyiaUSZdxndFjQJccW0e4a1lpOt9aUGBEpIBFwpl/s640/Screenshot-60.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;"> After taking two more showers to get the brunt of the dye out of his hair, he played with Corrigan... awaiting the moment that Olive returned home so he could have a stern talk with her.</span></span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;">He just couldn't understand it. Olive was a straight-A student who was the local track and field star. For those reasons alone, she was often regarded as a model student by her teachers; their only complaint had been that she has an "odd sense of humor" which often leaned toward slap-stick and at another's expense. However, it was really only the teachers that ushered any complaints about Olive's pranks. If she pulled any on fellow classmates, he had yet to get a parent phone call over it.</span></span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEYafNILFZb6V6ZrTVtQTGfIklOzBb016ZTptdkefxgQ6m8an_1tFMPVL5WPMTflHYh7R6vI_7Ny1tO-GKyIT_Cp7JLuwauhXsMgTndsuVS5h_5WaoZRDASNvgDNqq6-YXyU4hi9_8FAl9/s1600/Screenshot-35.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEYafNILFZb6V6ZrTVtQTGfIklOzBb016ZTptdkefxgQ6m8an_1tFMPVL5WPMTflHYh7R6vI_7Ny1tO-GKyIT_Cp7JLuwauhXsMgTndsuVS5h_5WaoZRDASNvgDNqq6-YXyU4hi9_8FAl9/s640/Screenshot-35.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;"> Once Snuffle was placed in his crib for a nap and Rob had some time to himself, he contemplated his upcoming birthday. He would officially be an adult after tonight and although he had seen Mya age gracefully, he was still a little hesitant to do so himself. This would cement the fact that time was going by and that someday he and Mya would be <b>old.</b> The mere suggestion of adult diapers and wrinkles sent a shiver down Robert's spine. </span></span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;">"If there comes a time when I can't poop properly on my own, I might as well just end it." Robert thought, while glimpses of his own feeble grandmother right before her death went racing through his mind. He joked about aging before, but this was quickly becoming <b>too real.</b> </span></span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;">"Well, on the upside I can let myself go now. Time to develop that mid-life beer gut of glory." He mused.</span></span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbm7c6IYekZ3xqP2QNPdyf6Qico0rYsFg08bVJXT8dHJ4oE3v1Lks6S1aGxLrAgshEpNxwMlOF58xr9gD2OuGHxpUsXsj7OVx5SfQTC004-3NWiqj6-AjXQRCow_YvxqerSEDw1xorNY8B/s1600/Screenshot-56.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbm7c6IYekZ3xqP2QNPdyf6Qico0rYsFg08bVJXT8dHJ4oE3v1Lks6S1aGxLrAgshEpNxwMlOF58xr9gD2OuGHxpUsXsj7OVx5SfQTC004-3NWiqj6-AjXQRCow_YvxqerSEDw1xorNY8B/s640/Screenshot-56.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;">When the girls did finally return home, Robert waited until Olive was finished with her homework...</span></span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEianAUNTRQs3I2p0wmO5iWPqo8GE-9OZGBswXRoDmYobGSALGJB_OhIDHiddXsX5LhYM1XO4aOOEtWHSIJmNCQGLo-Et-uuhYcs1ZYIp0KFmObp9m0-Ro8blM_dl75GjdGOrs6jDbQbx9QS/s1600/Screenshot-65.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEianAUNTRQs3I2p0wmO5iWPqo8GE-9OZGBswXRoDmYobGSALGJB_OhIDHiddXsX5LhYM1XO4aOOEtWHSIJmNCQGLo-Et-uuhYcs1ZYIp0KFmObp9m0-Ro8blM_dl75GjdGOrs6jDbQbx9QS/s640/Screenshot-65.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;">...before talking to her about her choice of humor.</span></span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;">"So, lovely daughter of mine, I seem to have stumbled upon a trap of yours."</span></span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;">"If I said I didn't do it, would you believe me?"</span></span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;">"No, but I commend you for trying."</span></span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;">"I'm just asserting my individuality... as an individual... and independence from the tyranny... of, uh... society's oppression of teens? You can stop me at any time." Olive's argument was clearly going nowhere. No point in wasting breath, she concluded. </span></span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimhWq6sLg6uO8OT-fLea-_eQmwDZotrgTxyvlXd98QK0fA_6O4v37Y0mPN3ja63B1RFuS0k3kRNLlLtxtfWcm6738OQ6renDeFu6T7HCgj_-wrPFgYenl1AFdXTMQSQY7beCmT-k1LKrR8/s1600/Screenshot-71.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimhWq6sLg6uO8OT-fLea-_eQmwDZotrgTxyvlXd98QK0fA_6O4v37Y0mPN3ja63B1RFuS0k3kRNLlLtxtfWcm6738OQ6renDeFu6T7HCgj_-wrPFgYenl1AFdXTMQSQY7beCmT-k1LKrR8/s640/Screenshot-71.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;">Robert couldn't help, but laugh at his daughter's ridiculous excuse. It was honestly something he would expect from her, as none of the Dennis children were particularly stellar at lying. They may be able to keep secrets from their parents for a bit, but they <b>always </b>eventually caught on; which severely stunted their ability to boldface lie in certain circumstances. The perks of having a father in the Investigator career.</span></span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;">"Did you <b>actually </b>think that was going to work?"</span></span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzwD8u0llqcwZ-6XkXWB5mYG-9HFCQuGDqAywKy0JBz9Zy3Z3Fu6o4kbj-gvtlP9qoI24cLDetzrWLjtGWFDkmnMMY-7Lq4GUOg476kum2nXJ6hF7P-2sUaIL7ef4GIf9oAZHLMwqFscEL/s1600/Screenshot-72.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzwD8u0llqcwZ-6XkXWB5mYG-9HFCQuGDqAywKy0JBz9Zy3Z3Fu6o4kbj-gvtlP9qoI24cLDetzrWLjtGWFDkmnMMY-7Lq4GUOg476kum2nXJ6hF7P-2sUaIL7ef4GIf9oAZHLMwqFscEL/s640/Screenshot-72.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"I believe this is the moment that I say 'told you it wouldn't work.'" Sybil gloated.</span></span><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> </span></span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"Fine. I did it. Do with me what you will." Olive sighed, holding her hands out in a mock gesture of being arrested.</span></span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Robert slapped both her hands playfully. "Dishes and laundry for a week and cleaning the bathroom until it is spotless. Understood?"</span></span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Olive nodded. "Understood daddy dearest. You start harping about <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XOILKHmZBwc" style="color: purple;">wire hangers</a> though, and I'm out."</span></span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Robert laughed while shaking his head. There was no denying she was their child. </span></span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgysyyh6DYxP6QDsRVaXaGCNnOxsLWFoU9ecEvDL7v8j4ASCz_1hBFD0VnVgCbe44sDl3mSQc4CyDh8dmr4DdqHClrLnoh6RHQS07Pv27oZen97qkLdsVAM7S3uU-nOxDBD1mIYPtHf5gZt/s1600/Screenshot-77.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgysyyh6DYxP6QDsRVaXaGCNnOxsLWFoU9ecEvDL7v8j4ASCz_1hBFD0VnVgCbe44sDl3mSQc4CyDh8dmr4DdqHClrLnoh6RHQS07Pv27oZen97qkLdsVAM7S3uU-nOxDBD1mIYPtHf5gZt/s640/Screenshot-77.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">When Mya returned home, it was time for Robert's birthday festivities to begin. </span></span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Mya felt it was the perfect opportunity to point and laugh at her husband. "Now you'll be just as old as I am!"</span></span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"Thanks dear." Robert said as he looked at his cake. "Well, here goes nothing..."</span></span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</i></span></span></span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i>Perhaps it's my shitty makeover. Oh well, he'll have to deal with it. </i></span></span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjctFSqKNaiOBtZyDwsdb_dMsPubKO0lV_Legfn-yv-U3srVezgchxBPmTfs2aNM0iOGzHHgDfOyt2nLCdRR8SNhTIw0dtpfJYPJirrPSOwHQhkgTM2Awfi6eLWGGmtYVThRv8Hs2jm50ip/s1600/Screenshot-106.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjctFSqKNaiOBtZyDwsdb_dMsPubKO0lV_Legfn-yv-U3srVezgchxBPmTfs2aNM0iOGzHHgDfOyt2nLCdRR8SNhTIw0dtpfJYPJirrPSOwHQhkgTM2Awfi6eLWGGmtYVThRv8Hs2jm50ip/s640/Screenshot-106.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">After the Dennis's ate their fill of cake and the dinner that Mya made <i>because my game is being stupid and not letting them eat their birthday cake, hence the sandwiches</i><span style="font-size: small;">...</span></span></span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMjoe6MtVTJa8YVkCghrn30jfyOwyV80-W-Th1BFZaWCAaJJGgZOeSgolyzzsCx3y5jQhalwxJ68dtpUNnTSLbc5BG3viygatjU5WJf6Tn0jlVUbKlEB9fUglY-s6eUqT5T1UNJIILboKq/s1600/Screenshot-116.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMjoe6MtVTJa8YVkCghrn30jfyOwyV80-W-Th1BFZaWCAaJJGgZOeSgolyzzsCx3y5jQhalwxJ68dtpUNnTSLbc5BG3viygatjU5WJf6Tn0jlVUbKlEB9fUglY-s6eUqT5T1UNJIILboKq/s640/Screenshot-116.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> </span></span>...Mya and the rest of the family escorted Robert outside to see his present.</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8YTXnnPBZeop8i7rhfBH3V0jU0fTRz9ipanA3ej66S36mXgGCr8fGwi0FJKRUuCHh1Fq1Gd5W6ulACPVVsCtVXwLe4aqVv4VFKTBXRyHxi4eNbOd6V2G1qEFgm1u0HL1GzzvCLfK-kSbn/s1600/Screenshot-114.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8YTXnnPBZeop8i7rhfBH3V0jU0fTRz9ipanA3ej66S36mXgGCr8fGwi0FJKRUuCHh1Fq1Gd5W6ulACPVVsCtVXwLe4aqVv4VFKTBXRyHxi4eNbOd6V2G1qEFgm1u0HL1GzzvCLfK-kSbn/s640/Screenshot-114.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Rob was beyond excited. </span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i><br />
</i></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i>Or severely constipated, who really knows?</i></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeFeKD-DUtTiB46jZ0gDBSYoD6Mr9GmARECcjVHaKzHV-WLN_juFUMjDSeD59_twGl6spIiWmVUEH1TzyBsUo-CDw196ugbX_okHoXsOE4_6EISpL8x8bxrhz41ZdCwKH-cgN7irS7LfTU/s1600/Screenshot-126.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeFeKD-DUtTiB46jZ0gDBSYoD6Mr9GmARECcjVHaKzHV-WLN_juFUMjDSeD59_twGl6spIiWmVUEH1TzyBsUo-CDw196ugbX_okHoXsOE4_6EISpL8x8bxrhz41ZdCwKH-cgN7irS7LfTU/s640/Screenshot-126.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"Do you like it?" Mya asked after Robert had a chance give it a good inspection.</span></span><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> </span></span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"Like it? I <b>love </b>it. Now I won't have to drive that piece of crap-mobile around town."</span></span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"I don't mind driving a crap-mobile!" Olive interjected.</span></span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Mya smirked. "Nice try. Let's work on getting you and your sister's license first before we start negotiating transportation."</span></span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdTBNEsei6n8Pv8qch4bYlv_fGjMOIze5Ac_KJWP8q8vNzCOvRA45D5dkhbqaF3QqSdXdKYyOIVhW3PecoFcTtqSbyLZauw3awtcSyq_LAzI1xQdcVdv73S-Btp7Syg3NiMc04p6Nm_BFB/s1600/Screenshot-137.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdTBNEsei6n8Pv8qch4bYlv_fGjMOIze5Ac_KJWP8q8vNzCOvRA45D5dkhbqaF3QqSdXdKYyOIVhW3PecoFcTtqSbyLZauw3awtcSyq_LAzI1xQdcVdv73S-Btp7Syg3NiMc04p6Nm_BFB/s640/Screenshot-137.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">The thought of driving in what she regarded a "death box on wheels" made Sybil go into full blown panic mode. Mya managed to calm her down by promising to <b>never </b>force her to learn how to drive. "At least we won't have to potentially buy a car for one of the children." Mya reasoned.</span></span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0Hsi7A9ky5hcnZqeHwWE9_gqItlqv3YVWh_ZzCj4CBV9ko39fSXqSjuzoP5K3ApY5_jGo3igUV9h4u1lXGOpJWXBKyL4fb80BKGGirUEgXbcEIy13rF2IB-8SrotSYN90cjVeWTaH0IOu/s1600/Screenshot-135.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0Hsi7A9ky5hcnZqeHwWE9_gqItlqv3YVWh_ZzCj4CBV9ko39fSXqSjuzoP5K3ApY5_jGo3igUV9h4u1lXGOpJWXBKyL4fb80BKGGirUEgXbcEIy13rF2IB-8SrotSYN90cjVeWTaH0IOu/s640/Screenshot-135.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> </span></span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Once Sybil's freak out had passed, both of the Dennis girls wished their father a happy birthday before heading to bed.</span></span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"Happy birthday dad. And may I remind you that I have absolutely no issues with our old car if you want to, let's say, donate it to a worthy and loving daughter of yours."</span></span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Robert laughed. "I'll remember that your offer is still on the table."</span></span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpU0txg2u7XBUY0Kr1YJPLYM44IZjky9O6-3sbs1hB6juR4TTmBytHOhf459v1DSqsQ5OPyqNG7cjIMZnNtlpsMVbqiugqy1uRQbA4KAf04ubUMKgflNEppVIFy8fb5k7tHGQAMXb1o0rE/s1600/Screenshot-140.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpU0txg2u7XBUY0Kr1YJPLYM44IZjky9O6-3sbs1hB6juR4TTmBytHOhf459v1DSqsQ5OPyqNG7cjIMZnNtlpsMVbqiugqy1uRQbA4KAf04ubUMKgflNEppVIFy8fb5k7tHGQAMXb1o0rE/s640/Screenshot-140.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">And with that, the Senior Dennis's entered their next stage in life; sincerely hoping that this new stage will be as loving and fun-filled as the last.</span></span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> </span></span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> </span></span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: blue; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: small;">---------------------------------------------</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">They actually received their car somehow through Robert's job. Do they get cars as a promotion present for the Investigator Career? Perhaps he autonomously stole it, but I think I would have noticed that. *shrug*</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: small;">Anyway, Robert is an adult (hurrah!) and Olive is slowly starting to take center stage as I progress toward the end of Generation One and the beginning of Two. It hasn't fully happened yet in my game, so I'll likely still have mostly Rob and Mya chapters until I get her more developed (although next chapter is mostly Olive and Sybil). </span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: small;">I'll fit Sybil, and poor little Corrigan, in when the story permits. I feel bad leaving both of them out of it so much, particularly Corri... but oh well; thems the breaks. </span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: small;">Chapter Thirteen is almost finished... so onward we go!<b> </b></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b><span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">**Quick Note: I just got Generation Two started in-game, but am a bit behind with my Chapters. I went ahead and updated the sidebar anyhow. : ) To be continued...</span></b> </span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: black; font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;"> </span></span></span></span></div>GigaRevivalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16416368229832346047noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8797177559716728209.post-58143680016571854522011-08-18T06:22:00.000-07:002012-01-12T02:02:48.259-08:001.11--A Whole Mess of Birthdays<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhP3_baMix_Ugq2ZjOJlLaEYb26pxxu8QsanDZOK7Rwc3O5LHfR8AgnT2UwxGa0c7ir_CecLy2K9tc6pSaZgeYDmWjtnL6w-K0a07LFBynw3ASaxN6_FbQ5dg-yKtppoTgY3vgDgKgJp73E/s1600/Screenshot-2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhP3_baMix_Ugq2ZjOJlLaEYb26pxxu8QsanDZOK7Rwc3O5LHfR8AgnT2UwxGa0c7ir_CecLy2K9tc6pSaZgeYDmWjtnL6w-K0a07LFBynw3ASaxN6_FbQ5dg-yKtppoTgY3vgDgKgJp73E/s640/Screenshot-2.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRl6hGZ88PiWdcxFr31Tx_DDGA5ZeRUImloW0jupm-KH967755ytgsNBOR393YcqMEaRuClbottxYwqXiCYB9yovfodaA3mPi32jUwzPP2eMrx4mHpGmatc7OzcOeL7klMgJp_gyo3pRPe/s1600/Screenshot-8.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRl6hGZ88PiWdcxFr31Tx_DDGA5ZeRUImloW0jupm-KH967755ytgsNBOR393YcqMEaRuClbottxYwqXiCYB9yovfodaA3mPi32jUwzPP2eMrx4mHpGmatc7OzcOeL7klMgJp_gyo3pRPe/s640/Screenshot-8.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">The day before both the girls and Corrigan's birthday, Mya and Robert decided to take them out for a little family outing to the park. </span></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">According to Mya, it would be one of the last family gatherings in which the girls "would still want to be seen with their parents." But to Robert, this was his official goodbye to his little monsters who would grow into young women the next day, as well as a hello to the tribulations of raising a toddler.</span></span></span><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoEfz4_nVy-7Lt2c_Ja2XWCBLtrD2C7koWxs1vnoEjKLFdNbPogVBwxHJmMOsfSrW4n7Ma8TpS6G_jZdz90nQQOcoJBevhzOf813jojzeWIpRyp58sTX4dh_0npZ0I-qSSnT84vkbm4rft/s1600/Screenshot-36.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoEfz4_nVy-7Lt2c_Ja2XWCBLtrD2C7koWxs1vnoEjKLFdNbPogVBwxHJmMOsfSrW4n7Ma8TpS6G_jZdz90nQQOcoJBevhzOf813jojzeWIpRyp58sTX4dh_0npZ0I-qSSnT84vkbm4rft/s640/Screenshot-36.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Despite their loss, Mya and Robert were happy just to see the girls enjoying their last day as a children.</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Although Robert did take the opportunity to exclaim loudly that he and Mya were going to practice daily and form a super team. "Next time, we up the stakes. Loser has to take the winners chores for a whole month!"</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Olive jumped at the chance. "Deal! Looks like mom and dad will be cleaning our rooms for us Syb."</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Mya just laughed as she realized that Olive was more like her father than she originally thought. "Great, now <b>everything </b>will become a competition in our house."</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"I'm doing a preemptive grounding for you both right now!" She joked, holding back tears.</span></span></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"I second that." Robert agreed. "And no boyfriends until your 80. Scratch that, 85!"</span></span></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"Ew. I won't have a boyfriend ever!" exclaimed Sybil. "Do you know how many germs are exchanged in saliva?! I'll tell you, it's a lot."</span></span></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Robert laughed. "You're right. It's disgusting. Now just convince Olive that and we'll be set."</span></span></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Olive just pouted. "I'm <b>not</b> going to wait until I'm 85. Who would want to be with an old lady?"</span></span></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Mya and Robert looked at each other before answering unanimously, "Exactly."</span></span></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"All of our little monsters will become big monsters tomorrow." Mya commented while glancing at sleeping baby Corrigan.</span></span></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"It will be a new experience." Robert said, grabbing Mya's hand. "Children grow, it's all part of the natural cycle. At least we only have about five years or so until the girls hopefully calm down and become rational beings again. The teen years will tough though... especially Olive."</span></span></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"I know right. It's like seeing myself grow up all over again. If that thought doesn't replenish your nightmare fuel until she turns 18, I don't know what will."</span></span></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Robert laughed. "Don't forget, we still have one more child to get through before we can actually take a break."</span></span></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"Oh goodness!" Mya said, acting theatrically disappointed. "By the time we get through Olive and Sybil's angst riddled teen years, we'll be too run down to survive Corrigan's. Maybe we'll luck out and have three perfect little angels."</span></span></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Robert kissed Mya on the cheek. "Fat chance."</span></span></span></span><br />
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<div style="color: blue; text-align: center;"><u><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>The next day...</b></span></span></span></u></div><br />
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">When Mya and Robert catch her mischievous grin, they know they are in for trouble. </span></span></span></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i>(And now the Insanity trait comes into play. She is going to get more nonsensical as the legacy goes. At least that's what I have in my mind-grapes right now...)</i></span></span></span></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"Yeah right mom. You aren't getting rid of us that easily." Olive teased.</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"We're going to be the forty year old's that still live with their parents." Sybil added.</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"Oh god. No you're not." Robert interjected. "You two are moving out and letting your parents grow old in peace."</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Olive smiled. "Nope. We're staying with you <b>forever.</b>"</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"Before you all stumble upon <b>more </b>subjects that will give me a sleepless night, why don't you show them our present Rob, while I get Snuffle to bed."</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"So... what do you girls think?"</span></span></span><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> </span></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"I love it." Sybil answered immediately. "It's just small enough for me not to be freaked out by hiding gnomes, and just large enough not to trigger my claustrophobia."</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"I was kind of hoping for a car." Olive said while giving her father the signature hopeful look that she had perfected over the years.</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"Don't you think that is jumping the gun a bit since, you know, you don't have a license?"</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"Pah! Details." She scoffed.</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Robert laughed. She was definitely Mya's daughter. "Well, for now... settle with the fact that you have a brand new room."</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Both Olive and Sybil smiled. "Thanks dad."</span></span></span><br />
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<div style="color: blue; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><u><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>Later that night...</b></span></u></span></div><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><u><span style="color: blue;"><b> </b></span></u></span></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"I believe so. Sybil seemed content with the fact it was just the right size for her to be able to spot any wandering gnomes... and Olive tried to swindle me for a car."</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Mya laughed. "Those girls, I swear."</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"They certainly are something, aren't they?"</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"Oh you love it. I mean, it's not like <b>we</b> are shining beacons of normalcy. I mean, we are both too sarcastic for our own good... and I tend to have colorful language."</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"Well, at least we know some of our quirks will live on in the future generations." Robert snickered. "Now let's go to bed Mrs. Dennis. We have a long five years ahead of us."</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: small;">This was sort of just a filler chapter since not much really happened in-game besides all the kiddos aging up. I'm crossing my fingers that I can recover the pictures from the next chapter since I forgot to write down what the heck I had planned. *headdesk* Oh well, lesson learned. Write.Down.Everything.</span><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhppbVK_AvyA46LCBojYxQ7mF2iP545mVRJYHxyb7KSjWe38-eeyyV_mgbZHWPI9Xc5CEy5Ua9Duk4nlaaynmkkyWEx8mfSPr1Z21EYBpWNfcSvdz2hLr7wxHXuGKz4jroukomjsY0dhrpg/s1600/Screenshot-9.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhppbVK_AvyA46LCBojYxQ7mF2iP545mVRJYHxyb7KSjWe38-eeyyV_mgbZHWPI9Xc5CEy5Ua9Duk4nlaaynmkkyWEx8mfSPr1Z21EYBpWNfcSvdz2hLr7wxHXuGKz4jroukomjsY0dhrpg/s400/Screenshot-9.jpg" width="400" /></a><span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I made a sim on whim (ha! poet and didn't even know it) to get some new genetics stirring in Twinbrook... and I sort of fell in love with my creation. Her name is Abigail Salinger and she will *probably* be making an appearance in the future since I'm pretty sure I'm going to force an heir to breed with her. Damn the NPC's... my legacy family needs her genetics more, I say!</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">Corrigan (aka Snuffle, aka Cor-Bear)</span></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibFGwu1dcg2D13vgrePRJ0978cMmGmIi8K-kgHDIBrjHLrQZjFu_FytTDLT8SEUfwaAOE6fd2mLoDgk2btPkYwhr3I6swSRhYjTIuskNWaTjE_2VT3eNmK8uNKf2crPjH2WKTSiNKc70aq/s1600/Screenshot-163.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibFGwu1dcg2D13vgrePRJ0978cMmGmIi8K-kgHDIBrjHLrQZjFu_FytTDLT8SEUfwaAOE6fd2mLoDgk2btPkYwhr3I6swSRhYjTIuskNWaTjE_2VT3eNmK8uNKf2crPjH2WKTSiNKc70aq/s400/Screenshot-163.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b>Olive</b></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b><span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">She gained the Vegetarian Trait; And yes, she totally has a bridge piercing. The game gave it to her and I decided to keep it. Also, she turned out to be effing beautiful! Thank goodness.</span></b> </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqc0q2SuvV2HTAmTlJqNphxJ9oNR_P97TAn4KR16oIZnFZgjrD1VkcT-FACPNe8sRJZbRohNQKBj15d84a-SVA45Kq6LOb0AxWDUa4IJnBf-Jsk9jLJe3hClUMpdQe1A2zsKEDHf6xbppl/s1600/Screenshot-204.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqc0q2SuvV2HTAmTlJqNphxJ9oNR_P97TAn4KR16oIZnFZgjrD1VkcT-FACPNe8sRJZbRohNQKBj15d84a-SVA45Kq6LOb0AxWDUa4IJnBf-Jsk9jLJe3hClUMpdQe1A2zsKEDHf6xbppl/s400/Screenshot-204.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: red;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Robert looked absent-mindedly at the girls, a sudden wave of excitement hitting him as he realized this was his and Mya's chance to have at least a few hours of uninterrupted slumber. "Yeah!" he suddenly blurted. "Think of all the fun you'll have... doing... uh, kid stuff."</span></span></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Olive wasn't necessarily a troublemaker, but she certainly knew how to spice up the Dennis household, mostly in the form of ill-timed pranks and making up new diseases that she could scare her hypochondriac sister with. Although, after her last bout of convincing Sybil that she was showing symptoms of the "Three Legged Plague" (a horrendous disease that causes mutations, such as the growing of extra limbs, that can only be contracted by children with massive amounts of freckles), Olive was a bit hesitant to pull a similar prank again so soon after her last grounding.</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"Do we <b>have</b> to?" Sybil chimed in. She was never as social as her sister and was often uncomfortable around the other children, despite the fact that she did like most of Olive's friends... particularly Randolph Sargaent and Hayley Cornett, who didn't laugh at her when she ranted about whatever item, object, or chemical was on her current "Sybil's new neurosis" list. Olive and Hayley were the only ones capable of making Sybil laugh at herself when she went into her fits, while Randolph understood; he was just as weird as she was. </span></span><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhztf3nIQhpQEm5b6RalPX8r53pPCJxdjygv4kqtyIN0d5hWLjg9Mll7Xsxg7SAUg__1aoGxuTzS__C20rpNbm39cXPJNEGaN1mDQxvmKZDo8p7-QMLMxfJi6gBnoiDQFzvXxyJouOWkyTj/s1600/Screenshot-118.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhztf3nIQhpQEm5b6RalPX8r53pPCJxdjygv4kqtyIN0d5hWLjg9Mll7Xsxg7SAUg__1aoGxuTzS__C20rpNbm39cXPJNEGaN1mDQxvmKZDo8p7-QMLMxfJi6gBnoiDQFzvXxyJouOWkyTj/s640/Screenshot-118.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"To answer your question Olive," Robert began, "... the kind of kid stuff that doesn't involve daring the other children to eat anything <b>or</b> creating new ailments to scare both your sister and your friends with..."</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Olive frowned. </span></span><br />
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"Our neighbors already think we are strange, we don't want them to add unsuitable parents to the list..." Mya interjected. Mya had already let her sarcasm pretty much cement their reputation as the "odd" family in town, not to mention her and Robert's morbid sense of humor that has been overheard numerous times.</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Robert laughed. "...And Sybil, no you don't <b>have</b> to. We just think it would be a good chance to spend some time with your friends before the school week starts up again. Plus, you would be giving mommy and daddy a break..."</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"C'mon Syb! It will be fun!" Olive insisted.</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Sybil thought for a moment, before agreeing. It would give her the chance to continue her conversation with Randolph about the dangers of processed foods and the advantage of cooking at home.</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"It seems all us parents are on the same wave-length this evening, just wanting a break from the kiddos." Mya thought.</span></span><br />
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</span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivzSbvnm6Igp2k8ETf2SlP5vMcsGPVOk-8XKOjkWEXNHa-Tx5920_tCh5m1Ip1dxurzRmwFHG-5NvlEQUI0u6IWg0b3e53RrQMd4WvYs90unX22OBdmu-fbguMkKwJNColNIMed1CdpnHX/s1600/Screenshot-253.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivzSbvnm6Igp2k8ETf2SlP5vMcsGPVOk-8XKOjkWEXNHa-Tx5920_tCh5m1Ip1dxurzRmwFHG-5NvlEQUI0u6IWg0b3e53RrQMd4WvYs90unX22OBdmu-fbguMkKwJNColNIMed1CdpnHX/s640/Screenshot-253.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: normal;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;">While Mya and Robert caught up on some much needed rest before they had to wake up in three hours to feed Corrigan.</span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: normal;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;"><br />
</span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: normal;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;">"Do you remember when we could sleep whenever we wished?" Robert asked, waxing nostalgic as they lay in the bed they have owned since they were first married.</span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: normal;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;"> </span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: normal;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;">"Yeah... those were the days. Although when our kids have kids, we can openly mock them while we sleep and they have to be up at ungodly hours to take care of their children."</span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: normal;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;">Robert laughed. "That <b>will </b>be pretty awesome."</span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: normal;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;"><br />
</span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIrcbwiVhyphenhyphenv5OIIARd44zDyP3YuGtf_a-84hBLwk50EpsBk7O8TQiFRMMkAAKSOI38PRu0smn06o7RtwXThuxCRSwZ_bwGM9QHBQQTVbuMo5E2W4EaaGj59krsxb1EqFaRPjzVdw9jC4mJ/s1600/Screenshot-12.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIrcbwiVhyphenhyphenv5OIIARd44zDyP3YuGtf_a-84hBLwk50EpsBk7O8TQiFRMMkAAKSOI38PRu0smn06o7RtwXThuxCRSwZ_bwGM9QHBQQTVbuMo5E2W4EaaGj59krsxb1EqFaRPjzVdw9jC4mJ/s640/Screenshot-12.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUq8bvUc_GX7pLfVnB5eYSchahxcqO3cyeVVpKuPW3FxdUbg6gNdWiItroo6UQNLd6seZqQVKUyNiS3C6VbsVkMwS6kmDx1jD7J-ZfFKuzhlRLzR58As_F2_jiRPBAHVMOUSMvMFZ5vltQ/s1600/Screenshot-78.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUq8bvUc_GX7pLfVnB5eYSchahxcqO3cyeVVpKuPW3FxdUbg6gNdWiItroo6UQNLd6seZqQVKUyNiS3C6VbsVkMwS6kmDx1jD7J-ZfFKuzhlRLzR58As_F2_jiRPBAHVMOUSMvMFZ5vltQ/s640/Screenshot-78.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: normal;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;">The next morning, Mya and Robert awoke unusually rested and ready for whatever this week had in store for them... or so they thought.</span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: normal;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;"><br />
</span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: normal;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Monday:</b></span></span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiw8n0x-bJxjViACxuvY3prW5_BVSJnD8N5dZO_Tvqs8mD_RiEucRuq6lhbjxO2FS94PgaUMBZSfUh1Ik870yVu8h6ofmRubzGrrrChGxniUkJPGGNnORaYKcx3Jnc481YMOeZAf_6A2yS/s1600/Screenshot-3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiw8n0x-bJxjViACxuvY3prW5_BVSJnD8N5dZO_Tvqs8mD_RiEucRuq6lhbjxO2FS94PgaUMBZSfUh1Ik870yVu8h6ofmRubzGrrrChGxniUkJPGGNnORaYKcx3Jnc481YMOeZAf_6A2yS/s640/Screenshot-3.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAhnn5KJZfAWAss3CbeIHGARcItdasU2WiMsWOJV30cNdwmBc8LK4NPL4i9PB_1DF1nr5XTUqB3Ix2zHa8djaa7p_AOdCAQaXYzeMKc-thLUSBcb2crXNEbdjmHLWj2-1taNAnf1bnZR_i/s1600/Screenshot-9.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAhnn5KJZfAWAss3CbeIHGARcItdasU2WiMsWOJV30cNdwmBc8LK4NPL4i9PB_1DF1nr5XTUqB3Ix2zHa8djaa7p_AOdCAQaXYzeMKc-thLUSBcb2crXNEbdjmHLWj2-1taNAnf1bnZR_i/s640/Screenshot-9.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: normal;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b> </b></span><span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Olive decided to start the week off with a bang, and proceeded to booby trap almost everything in the house...</span></span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: normal;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: normal;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;">"That's it! You are grounded young lady!" Robert yelled as he sat on his third whoopee cushion that day.</span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: normal;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;"> </span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: normal;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;"> <b><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></b></span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: normal;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;"><b><span style="font-size: large;">Tuesday:</span></b></span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCiNTdT8GG42EB9WCt_yvMJBqdGAixndxMFd_6TffjK_q641czgoClbKMCmt9-C_57fQAn04XnmxP5K1RGDr6LXIkl3qwUSu43d5O8lhfQVKI0l7NFOistuGnNThHPSEy6h-bl6oc5bGfh/s1600/Screenshot-36.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCiNTdT8GG42EB9WCt_yvMJBqdGAixndxMFd_6TffjK_q641czgoClbKMCmt9-C_57fQAn04XnmxP5K1RGDr6LXIkl3qwUSu43d5O8lhfQVKI0l7NFOistuGnNThHPSEy6h-bl6oc5bGfh/s640/Screenshot-36.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoOWqXwxv3FPtJJxV7RhioJYpwWX8CWAvSjrswQhgQRFGm0SaHKvlxZvhaSBhVH68NYTQYtVmPgEz3Tn1MYrfhLjDkpYWiNxkys9keoWwK_d8tOn1TFfq3iQzvdKuQ9om285OkKzRdaoYl/s1600/Screenshot-83.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoOWqXwxv3FPtJJxV7RhioJYpwWX8CWAvSjrswQhgQRFGm0SaHKvlxZvhaSBhVH68NYTQYtVmPgEz3Tn1MYrfhLjDkpYWiNxkys9keoWwK_d8tOn1TFfq3iQzvdKuQ9om285OkKzRdaoYl/s640/Screenshot-83.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: normal;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;"><b><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></b>Robert somehow managed to break both the dishwasher and the computer in a single day; a personal record for even him. He then made a terrible dinner for the family as an apology, which resulted in a small kitchen fire. Mya made him promise from that moment forward, he would leave the cooking to her.</span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: normal;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;"><br />
</span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: normal;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;"><i>(It totally happened, but due to my current picture-taking issues I wasn't able to capture it. I'm not going to lie, I love that Robert is a hilarious human wrecking-ball who destroys everything he touches.)</i></span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: normal;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Wednesday:</b></span></span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwRBTuixK4akN591jUzC7Kjykp2NPHpBSwSfsQzJrHBvK7lLTdsVxW9KbT7VLXXw6eZpKb3evbXgUf411-39-eRorXGyMI2gtCv-wdOuhjNcT156xsulKIX-rPkCBCcIrMPE9S7l5XNBsH/s1600/Screenshot-24+%25283%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwRBTuixK4akN591jUzC7Kjykp2NPHpBSwSfsQzJrHBvK7lLTdsVxW9KbT7VLXXw6eZpKb3evbXgUf411-39-eRorXGyMI2gtCv-wdOuhjNcT156xsulKIX-rPkCBCcIrMPE9S7l5XNBsH/s640/Screenshot-24+%25283%2529.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj17boFsGt_JVhq8iCMid30lf-pZVSl8N1B1j-PzsUFUlWe9Mpl4RrkQ7Ci_CEMKQ6KiWL6Y9tHsDk46vCOBjkqkZwouHsxenFm9zySbBGD_7jWAisvvoblZ86htiE8sLB8_01daOdXA5qS/s1600/Screenshot-111.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj17boFsGt_JVhq8iCMid30lf-pZVSl8N1B1j-PzsUFUlWe9Mpl4RrkQ7Ci_CEMKQ6KiWL6Y9tHsDk46vCOBjkqkZwouHsxenFm9zySbBGD_7jWAisvvoblZ86htiE8sLB8_01daOdXA5qS/s640/Screenshot-111.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVp-QMWOlIDRJeV2JOfxVp63jQdrQkl9qw_k8g59D8yMYdOBoKUQfRV95XXbrTzx67QKWqjP_bPNUulZYsPG5gv2OULspDfazqr_1qD_MeNzZYYWAfuo6BUW-kzy1G01hpULtbA3-NPj_x/s1600/Screenshot-153+%25282%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVp-QMWOlIDRJeV2JOfxVp63jQdrQkl9qw_k8g59D8yMYdOBoKUQfRV95XXbrTzx67QKWqjP_bPNUulZYsPG5gv2OULspDfazqr_1qD_MeNzZYYWAfuo6BUW-kzy1G01hpULtbA3-NPj_x/s640/Screenshot-153+%25282%2529.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFKkZ5fNzqgxVEU_mAl7A2FOVVo4Ec6c-9aK4qluGxtPcmOfsmHziS6lDCv08mpNcXjJuND_NkQK_IFzephnzoKA7HPGzZVwP4NwLgQfIUOLVm9FgtUvELiAQxtWXg2JUVeoI2BMdjPNeO/s1600/Screenshot-140.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFKkZ5fNzqgxVEU_mAl7A2FOVVo4Ec6c-9aK4qluGxtPcmOfsmHziS6lDCv08mpNcXjJuND_NkQK_IFzephnzoKA7HPGzZVwP4NwLgQfIUOLVm9FgtUvELiAQxtWXg2JUVeoI2BMdjPNeO/s640/Screenshot-140.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: normal;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;">Sybil was apparently unnerved by the movements of their gnome named Haboob, and had been recording his new locations all week...</span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: normal;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;"><br />
</span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGFHsjdE9-qQY_PZP1UbRLbIgpfVIBjQfRrP5_RVWz1ehRIaEBwkrnD4FJ8eB5pEywLnewVT0l3vBjw0xkOnE0DNOEw6K1Yq1fsbM3nQsyKrNveSy8Mk_HeQbvv0dPSSE9dwoCbxjsU-Sm/s1600/Screenshot+%25282%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGFHsjdE9-qQY_PZP1UbRLbIgpfVIBjQfRrP5_RVWz1ehRIaEBwkrnD4FJ8eB5pEywLnewVT0l3vBjw0xkOnE0DNOEw6K1Yq1fsbM3nQsyKrNveSy8Mk_HeQbvv0dPSSE9dwoCbxjsU-Sm/s640/Screenshot+%25282%2529.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: normal;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;">...but his eventual relocation to her room is what sent Sybil into a paranoid fit.</span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: normal;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;"><br />
</span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4JAcWbJkmiPJeIARE5vjit01tWmnnakR4Ye8H_19_8wLp-dVNs7n2kJCp0HbAaq227cgSwcf2CsGTZ7FfFfVJS5KgCWodghjkummsnl_wdWDz5dsLixTvMZnO2AR-820LJQdIsbO3D_NA/s1600/Screenshot-200.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4JAcWbJkmiPJeIARE5vjit01tWmnnakR4Ye8H_19_8wLp-dVNs7n2kJCp0HbAaq227cgSwcf2CsGTZ7FfFfVJS5KgCWodghjkummsnl_wdWDz5dsLixTvMZnO2AR-820LJQdIsbO3D_NA/s640/Screenshot-200.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: normal;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;">Mya and Robert had to constantly reassure her that Haboob was, in fact, a nice gnome that was not planning the family's demise.</span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: normal;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;"><br />
</span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEim-6ZIvhBSS7xQEBUBlgwVG0sAz6U1zfkY-guTCODAlZNefCatM3tbM4TocZgRRbehmdiBj4MFa3V5QvJbrWrWsTCS20Cxd4vF6gP5zP6JWDDgc2mQsAI0SvkcM17XYkLzNhWrb9tbJ7yq/s1600/Screenshot-194.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEim-6ZIvhBSS7xQEBUBlgwVG0sAz6U1zfkY-guTCODAlZNefCatM3tbM4TocZgRRbehmdiBj4MFa3V5QvJbrWrWsTCS20Cxd4vF6gP5zP6JWDDgc2mQsAI0SvkcM17XYkLzNhWrb9tbJ7yq/s640/Screenshot-194.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: normal;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;">However, that didn't sway Sybil from keeping a close-eye on their wooden guest.</span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: normal;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;">"I'm watching you," she warned.</span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: normal;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Thursday:</b></span></span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibBzw_WK0D-z3Zk3owabndRoCsHj1grSIN2IeFt1IGRMcvqHlbp41TdVX01d-w4dQUectC5FrweVMKc5DSDB9DDPqIMX2g9VPGImBMWhLMhIP5Q8q8EQv7XNYfYTcNP8HOpH_t2WcL4fQX/s1600/Screenshot-221.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibBzw_WK0D-z3Zk3owabndRoCsHj1grSIN2IeFt1IGRMcvqHlbp41TdVX01d-w4dQUectC5FrweVMKc5DSDB9DDPqIMX2g9VPGImBMWhLMhIP5Q8q8EQv7XNYfYTcNP8HOpH_t2WcL4fQX/s640/Screenshot-221.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuO1Twua6KXY4_f7Qm-5hvOjfPw-RL0t_aMdiFzanqy2zTwE8L9BH-NWXjwZnVwZIwYLGLsdqjDtir3rBrwkO7tcw6UXKxtdANYStzB1iKysAIPuOrFqrWNnXyxndBbty1ouOHt-BUnHvw/s1600/Screenshot-224.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuO1Twua6KXY4_f7Qm-5hvOjfPw-RL0t_aMdiFzanqy2zTwE8L9BH-NWXjwZnVwZIwYLGLsdqjDtir3rBrwkO7tcw6UXKxtdANYStzB1iKysAIPuOrFqrWNnXyxndBbty1ouOHt-BUnHvw/s640/Screenshot-224.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjblILNw6Hw7gF3UKTAqPKEov2oQjlLo4aqVHsaRiD61nBan_UlLTR6jWHbDgIhRNhOk5JYeYhW7Ujso4YrQR12eUxqASSlS-azjF4336-F1zVGulGfzr2oqVR95Z9MXtVBRT123jDm5-5Y/s1600/Screenshot-228.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjblILNw6Hw7gF3UKTAqPKEov2oQjlLo4aqVHsaRiD61nBan_UlLTR6jWHbDgIhRNhOk5JYeYhW7Ujso4YrQR12eUxqASSlS-azjF4336-F1zVGulGfzr2oqVR95Z9MXtVBRT123jDm5-5Y/s640/Screenshot-228.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvfw33YJ4ImOq_1cyeZzdwjFpmiAyJLoXMhPeJrUGpV4JBrKE139vINDiPT7YCzv5xliGsEcrdPQkp5AOoq0jiGVk1mx9uDzg8FH52Wd85Ljbs7z8jBjVhpClmzafclcFeWJaN1_5mll9q/s1600/Screenshot-235.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvfw33YJ4ImOq_1cyeZzdwjFpmiAyJLoXMhPeJrUGpV4JBrKE139vINDiPT7YCzv5xliGsEcrdPQkp5AOoq0jiGVk1mx9uDzg8FH52Wd85Ljbs7z8jBjVhpClmzafclcFeWJaN1_5mll9q/s640/Screenshot-235.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: normal;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;">Thursday brought Mya's birthday, which officially sealed her fate as the wrinklier of the two within her marriage. "Great, now people are going to assume I'm a cradle robber when me and Rob walk down the street." The unintended pun wasn't lost on Mya.</span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQ0DXqUYerCm6lKAZ6CqlB72ZC2KjIslspetO-GH7AtcGze73Tbdh-eDPb4vNig-fjBPReeyrIAwgmAaLwDDweryjrCmxlEJU5Jxi651OeWQWwytUZPrG8zoj_S70NGQayYJkUo6HuX_HW/s1600/Screenshot-244.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQ0DXqUYerCm6lKAZ6CqlB72ZC2KjIslspetO-GH7AtcGze73Tbdh-eDPb4vNig-fjBPReeyrIAwgmAaLwDDweryjrCmxlEJU5Jxi651OeWQWwytUZPrG8zoj_S70NGQayYJkUo6HuX_HW/s640/Screenshot-244.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimKd2H2J27mrVTUHPSqDNX4Ws6UjrYdLJBVw_Oxvhs_pHAt2WhaC33sAsdVclQ75dMi4b-lJbZMJkFjM47nuqovYS5BJ88DQ4U87C1agydpkkHy9lcdpGHoiAfOr2UXFevLaFsir6cY501/s1600/Screenshot-245.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimKd2H2J27mrVTUHPSqDNX4Ws6UjrYdLJBVw_Oxvhs_pHAt2WhaC33sAsdVclQ75dMi4b-lJbZMJkFjM47nuqovYS5BJ88DQ4U87C1agydpkkHy9lcdpGHoiAfOr2UXFevLaFsir6cY501/s640/Screenshot-245.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj49zR5HeZMV2xR93X0Qgu6Km9nHe6SNVnfPGkS_ge47-2n8uo_6I_79Nb1Jm5SniZ_gra1-oETBSm4yyyUnn9curcTO6gRzfFMUZ5anLNJUZgd_8DRy2U4HkWF1nR4QP3IFYghNDgxdqLV/s1600/Screenshot-247.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj49zR5HeZMV2xR93X0Qgu6Km9nHe6SNVnfPGkS_ge47-2n8uo_6I_79Nb1Jm5SniZ_gra1-oETBSm4yyyUnn9curcTO6gRzfFMUZ5anLNJUZgd_8DRy2U4HkWF1nR4QP3IFYghNDgxdqLV/s640/Screenshot-247.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: normal;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;"> Her reflections were cut short when the Dennis clan all lined up to give her their presents.</span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: normal;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;"><br />
</span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: normal;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;"><i>(Sybil gave her the Bento Art she made. Olive gave her the theatre mirror from their last field trip, and Robert gave Mya flowers... for now).</i></span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: normal;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Friday:</b></span></span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0sjT1Tj_yNbc9jZq6xxQJ7L4dcSo3a_FnWSgIR7xlHcuh0kUoP9arj8KyTDyjF2z35rLFNc7Shv05oXsbtDGN8HsbBiRB1xotGNPajF_AdrXJ2FR80yKjUnWfs7BhwjAB2GAvksb8cmYf/s1600/Screenshot-257.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0sjT1Tj_yNbc9jZq6xxQJ7L4dcSo3a_FnWSgIR7xlHcuh0kUoP9arj8KyTDyjF2z35rLFNc7Shv05oXsbtDGN8HsbBiRB1xotGNPajF_AdrXJ2FR80yKjUnWfs7BhwjAB2GAvksb8cmYf/s640/Screenshot-257.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: normal;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: normal;"><b><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"></span> </b><span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: normal;">By the time the end of the work/school week rolled around, the Dennis family was ready to settle down and relax for the weekend. Mya decided that a makeover was overdue and took little Snuffle with her to the Salon... while Robert stayed home and watched the other two monsters.</span></span></span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: normal;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: normal;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: normal;"><br />
</span></span></span></span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcEA9_dEVnBDPjE8RhByz8JC6bLyR37YG6q2Z-wsmbPK7JpjETZubiRSARWRvT4b2TuobH9LEKQb8ZcxCb_iE06lCabfbMmnsrGDae19txdxQy3Tv-m3XO9NuND-10FjOB2hriO811fKSX/s1600/Screenshot-258.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcEA9_dEVnBDPjE8RhByz8JC6bLyR37YG6q2Z-wsmbPK7JpjETZubiRSARWRvT4b2TuobH9LEKQb8ZcxCb_iE06lCabfbMmnsrGDae19txdxQy3Tv-m3XO9NuND-10FjOB2hriO811fKSX/s640/Screenshot-258.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRegws-FVw5NHWbH_An-cWjfPVzXCdPw2ZHl3WIFph_WScm7THdKpb8E6MgiTLV5aY_ZBp82Ye90eqd-qGZaYrEyI7TVUtKzUxRKQH27mR5waBf36IlRNY9L5rY3jFg5S3AfhDitgaRTI8/s1600/Screenshot-269.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRegws-FVw5NHWbH_An-cWjfPVzXCdPw2ZHl3WIFph_WScm7THdKpb8E6MgiTLV5aY_ZBp82Ye90eqd-qGZaYrEyI7TVUtKzUxRKQH27mR5waBf36IlRNY9L5rY3jFg5S3AfhDitgaRTI8/s640/Screenshot-269.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiA9kvVxjvRIyo0lmvBn-RXnUdTrUzD9uqEuNFHQt1zfccLNNXms70QwqFbIO1zjIU2XMLkRHhja_qkrUdorlhrCTk76NHxMh4W7w3RAXHmEMZ36tldimd5RcJ62R9uyXmUQmCivTtEsnrC/s1600/Screenshot-267.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiA9kvVxjvRIyo0lmvBn-RXnUdTrUzD9uqEuNFHQt1zfccLNNXms70QwqFbIO1zjIU2XMLkRHhja_qkrUdorlhrCTk76NHxMh4W7w3RAXHmEMZ36tldimd5RcJ62R9uyXmUQmCivTtEsnrC/s640/Screenshot-267.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: normal;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: normal;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: normal;">After almost an hour of juggling her attention between the Stylist and Cor-Bear in his stroller, Mya's new look was finally finished.</span></span></span></span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: normal;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: normal;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: normal;">That didn't stop her from fearing how her makeover would be received by Robert. "Oh God! What if I look even <b>older</b>?! People are going to think Rob married his grandmother!"</span></span></span></span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: normal;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: normal;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: normal;"><br />
</span></span></span></span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNl6MfhMwAfRAMK43Uteo36m3F3Dpw-bm_40H_O6DLS8bQwekYRZGt5raoRmDDX_4JylH3o7c2w2grUEsRx97A6Fs4RwzgdCobeFFflPqxsGlggl2TKjpGlwpn3BWpyHdHVghGLSotdf5s/s1600/Screenshot-288.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNl6MfhMwAfRAMK43Uteo36m3F3Dpw-bm_40H_O6DLS8bQwekYRZGt5raoRmDDX_4JylH3o7c2w2grUEsRx97A6Fs4RwzgdCobeFFflPqxsGlggl2TKjpGlwpn3BWpyHdHVghGLSotdf5s/s640/Screenshot-288.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: normal;"><span style="font-size: normal;"><span style="font-size: normal;">When she returned home, her fears were squashed when Robert immediately pulled her into their newly refurbished bedroom. "You look sexy, babe."</span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: normal;"><span style="font-size: normal;"><span style="font-size: normal;">"I look like an old woman. You married a senior citizen."</span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: normal;"><span style="font-size: normal;"><span style="font-size: normal;">"Yeah... a <b>sexy </b>senior citizen."</span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: normal;"><span style="font-size: normal;"><span style="font-size: normal;">Mya giggled. "You charmer, you."</span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: normal;"><span style="font-size: normal;"><span style="font-size: normal;">"By the way, what do you think of our new bedroom?"</span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: normal;"><span style="font-size: normal;"><span style="font-size: normal;">Mya inspected their new setting before answering. "I love it. I especially like our new bed."</span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: normal;"><span style="font-size: normal;"><span style="font-size: normal;">"Care to try it out?"</span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeLdojd2N0F2VywN8Eb8Aisa_WVlNA_ZhVlvft8CN0IsNrf0W56xVwN1-YDjK1gktluhOZEHbLMJ_BHd_9XlAARbEvRbwfiRAoOlw_i2Xeim39XuIObgzXhu8mPS-MITqSmjp3m4kzvxOj/s1600/Screenshot-285.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeLdojd2N0F2VywN8Eb8Aisa_WVlNA_ZhVlvft8CN0IsNrf0W56xVwN1-YDjK1gktluhOZEHbLMJ_BHd_9XlAARbEvRbwfiRAoOlw_i2Xeim39XuIObgzXhu8mPS-MITqSmjp3m4kzvxOj/s640/Screenshot-285.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: normal;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: normal;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: normal;"> Her kiss was all the answer he needed, although he had a different way to use the bed in mind.</span></span></span></span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: normal;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: normal;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: normal;">"Good," Robert stated quickly as he pulled away from their kiss. "Let me go get the girls. Stay right there, babe."</span></span></span></span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitSUoztcQP4IJ0dPOhci_Ob0KbxGwUKa641_IcXoKc73wRkH4AIXBPC74iRjrUy8dErurkFY8_WnDBw5c1KBIfKfWbrN8v3ECHOe03gHpmm-Tfdgzt6wIuJQoBIoR-tpV3bR0n5eR_91K9/s1600/Screenshot-293.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitSUoztcQP4IJ0dPOhci_Ob0KbxGwUKa641_IcXoKc73wRkH4AIXBPC74iRjrUy8dErurkFY8_WnDBw5c1KBIfKfWbrN8v3ECHOe03gHpmm-Tfdgzt6wIuJQoBIoR-tpV3bR0n5eR_91K9/s640/Screenshot-293.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxi_5D9I9D93M8VQbeT7rYh9glhBbgob0udQd-MC3kM04DhyQDpv28LglstS1jkbL2vYUWx8pZG5vPP6hUitSqdOFt42xQrKejzPLVoL14BXiYkIpsXIxLmow7hNDrVEOOopILX_Cm52g7/s1600/Screenshot-292.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxi_5D9I9D93M8VQbeT7rYh9glhBbgob0udQd-MC3kM04DhyQDpv28LglstS1jkbL2vYUWx8pZG5vPP6hUitSqdOFt42xQrKejzPLVoL14BXiYkIpsXIxLmow7hNDrVEOOopILX_Cm52g7/s640/Screenshot-292.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: normal;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: normal;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: normal;">As Robert left the room, Mya couldn't help but wonder what the hell Robert had up his sleeve.</span></span></span></span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_hzmu8jehzAVpRouE_ilP2-leKADoWmht-2ZN7u9XNtYNTSccquM6PEUShyphenhyphen7nJwYv-4LgJWESaHZ571EndeagGzmtSUFoWzA2fwBZLcory4a3ltcdzxeqn7_fJl6xkzfbx0mjlHmcQjwv/s1600/Screenshot-321.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_hzmu8jehzAVpRouE_ilP2-leKADoWmht-2ZN7u9XNtYNTSccquM6PEUShyphenhyphen7nJwYv-4LgJWESaHZ571EndeagGzmtSUFoWzA2fwBZLcory4a3ltcdzxeqn7_fJl6xkzfbx0mjlHmcQjwv/s640/Screenshot-321.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: normal;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: normal;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: normal;">Mya didn't have to wait long.</span></span></span></span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: normal;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: normal;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: normal;">"All right. Everyone ready?"</span></span></span></span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: normal;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: normal;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: normal;">"Ready for what?" Mya stammered.</span></span></span></span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: normal;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: normal;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: normal;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: normal;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: normal;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: normal;">Mya put on her game face. "Oh, it.is.<b>ON</b>!" </span></span></span></span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: normal;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: normal;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: normal;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: normal;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: normal;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: normal;">She looked around the room, at all the feathers that littered the floor, while listening to her daughters hollering at the TV and her husband cooing to their son, and knew that no matter how old and feeble she would get over the years... her family and the memories that they create together would stay with her forever.</span></span></span></span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: normal;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: normal;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: normal;"><br />
</span></span></span></span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: normal;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: normal;"><span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">---------------------------------------------</span></span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I've pretty much already cataloged the trials and tribulations that went with making this chapter, so I won't bore everyone with the details again.</span></span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I have been busy with getting ready for my last year of college (woot!) and preparing for my upcoming GRE's (not woot!) so my free time has been a bit sporadic. But I am working on the next two chapters and should be finished with those soon'ish! </span></span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">In case anyone is curious, Mya is at level 9 with both her handiness and logic so she has almost achieved her LTW (the Tinkerer). Robert is at level 9 with his logic as well and level 8 with his career (Inspector of Iniquities). Poor Robert, I have been working him pretty much 24 hours Mondays through Thursdays trying to get him to level 10, but didn't realize that he would get there so quickly. So for the time being, he takes frequent "vacations" to make sure he doesn't get to level 10 before he is an adult.</span><span style="color: purple; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> </span></span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Here's a close-up of Mya's makeover:</span></span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiN36ZrDphQHUurHh1r8xVqTgxnbkgJ_thb7WY88oHcHcwe97f7vKhD_AdicK8y9r6YXNFrpSbmL-0JOf7ObAFCMyjwx0OI0ZKeavHK6-EZ4UiQ8hb044K6_gfxeTcp_KhDo3RqTamv0oUn/s1600/Screenshot-207.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiN36ZrDphQHUurHh1r8xVqTgxnbkgJ_thb7WY88oHcHcwe97f7vKhD_AdicK8y9r6YXNFrpSbmL-0JOf7ObAFCMyjwx0OI0ZKeavHK6-EZ4UiQ8hb044K6_gfxeTcp_KhDo3RqTamv0oUn/s320/Screenshot-207.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: purple;"> </span></span><b><span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> </span></b></span></span></span></span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">That's all for updates... now on to Chapter Eleven!</span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Side note: Mya and Robert are now up for download in the "Sims Dump" tab at the top. Can't wait to see if people actually use them. LOL.</span> </span></span></div>GigaRevivalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16416368229832346047noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8797177559716728209.post-35088027340208525252011-08-09T11:22:00.000-07:002012-01-12T02:53:42.135-08:001.9--Another Dennis Spawn<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlvbc0uemfp4IeZu8QjgfM56XsTj90LhlAND9qqIuMM_eVpPi6kLII_1TRC_AyWRjYSV0GaPeqjZq4p_d-3QcMP5x5LYws1QpCPA-Et3VNwzcX0w1SCMAxZgylNa_v6h0tcWx4KEAp9IqC/s1600/Screenshot-13+%25282%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlvbc0uemfp4IeZu8QjgfM56XsTj90LhlAND9qqIuMM_eVpPi6kLII_1TRC_AyWRjYSV0GaPeqjZq4p_d-3QcMP5x5LYws1QpCPA-Et3VNwzcX0w1SCMAxZgylNa_v6h0tcWx4KEAp9IqC/s640/Screenshot-13+%25282%2529.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">After a chaotic morning of dragging the girls out of bed and making sure they both got ready for school, Robert pulled Mya aside and took her to the study that he had been strategically hiding away from the rest of the family.</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Mya was surprised when she entered. "Robert, It's wonderful! Where did you find the time to do this? I never heard anything out of this room except the occasional grunt... which I mistook for something else."</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">When she saw the confused look on Robert's face, she elaborated. "You know, a man... alone in a room... with a computer."</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"Oh... gosh Mya. Do you think I would actually do that <b>while </b>the girls were home? I don't want to scar them. Plus, I get plenty of what I need from you."</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"Uh huh." Mya giggled.</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"Anyway... Do you really like it?" Robert <b>really </b>wanted a change of subject... and stat.</span></span><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxfxErXklMbD1lribzD9VyezVqYFrLb-iOaBwsQGKt6hmwR0NOvm1cO9Sfg4zTaTUkppOm-ClW-xxcDYHL_Yw6JxoXvISMD_veDQuQvIi9IExbgXI5971kXwxjChp7xsGUN1P1sEk52Nox/s1600/Screenshot-37.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxfxErXklMbD1lribzD9VyezVqYFrLb-iOaBwsQGKt6hmwR0NOvm1cO9Sfg4zTaTUkppOm-ClW-xxcDYHL_Yw6JxoXvISMD_veDQuQvIi9IExbgXI5971kXwxjChp7xsGUN1P1sEk52Nox/s640/Screenshot-37.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"I love it, but you're really pushing for a boy aren't you?"</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"Well... I tried making the room as gender neutral as I could, but I have a feeling this one will be a boy. I was right with Olive, wasn't I?"</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"And here I thought it was supposed to be the mother who could sense these things. How is it <b>I'm </b>the one in the dark, the person who is carrying the kid for nine months?!"</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"Well, we've never really been sticklers for tradition. I just pretend I have some preternatural psychic link with our future kids while you get the blessing of a physical link with them."</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"If by 'physical,' you mean carrying the kid, getting fat, and having chronic back aches... I wouldn't necessarily attribute 'blessing' with the trials of being pregnant. But... it <b>is </b>occasionally awesome to feel them moving inside you, if you forget the creepiness of it being a living being that will pop out eventually."</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"Aw c'mon... you <b>love </b>it."</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Mya smiled. "I do."</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Mya pulled him into a hug. "But you'll miss the fun of breaking the news to the girls!"</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"You can always wait until I get home?"</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"Nah. It will probably be better if I tell them alone. You know, girl-to-girls."</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"All right. Well I'll see my ladies when I come home then."</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Robert didn't want to admit it out loud, but he felt relieved Mya was willing to take this on her own. Not that he expected much fuss from the girls, but he was a little squeamish about the potential "birds and the bees" topic. "If I attempt that conversation, it will most likely end with me somehow convincing them to be celibate," he thought to himself.</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">And also managed to curse at almost every appliance in the house, particularly their ancient laundry machine. "That's it. Once the baby is born and settled, the first purchase we're making is a new washer. This shit-master just isn't going to cut it any further." </span></span><br />
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">She waited until they finished their homework and settled down from their school day... feeling that while they were playing video-games was the perfect opportunity to broach the subject.</span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> </span></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"So Olive, Sybil. Momma has some news to tell you."</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"You're having a baby." Olive replied nonchalantly while losing the last race to Sybil.</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"Uh... yeah. When did you guys figure it out?"</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"Well dad was trying to sneak in a crib into the study while he thought we were occupied outside..." Sybil replied.</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"... And your stomach is growing... And you're wearing ugly clothes..." Olive continued.</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Mya laughed. Apparently the girls were either more observant than she realized, or she and Robert <b>really </b>needed to work on their sneaking abilities.</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"Well..." Mya sighed, "...that was much easier than I was expecting."</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"What's it going to be?" Sybil asked. She genuinely hoped that the conversation she overheard between her mom and dad this morning was correct, that they would be getting a little brother.</span></span></span><br />
<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> </span></span></span><br />
<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"I don't know yet. I decided to stay in the dark, like we did with you Ollie, as your father seems to love guessing the gender."</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Mya immediately flipped through all the horrible names the children might choose for their sibling. If their dolls' names were any indication, she was definitely worried. "Well... what were you two thinking of?"</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"Bailey for a girl and Corrigan for a boy." Sybil stated simply.</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"We wanted names that could have cool nicknames, like Bales for Bailey and Corri for Corrigan." Olive finished, looking hopefully at her mother.</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Mya, much to her surprise, approved of both names. "How long have you two been discussing this?" Mya asked, giggling to herself as she pictured them browsing baby name books and planning ahead for weeks while she and Robert had just begun the preparation themselves recently.</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"A couple of days. Do you like them?" Olive still had that hopeful look on her face, the look that she and Sybil gave to their father when they <b>really </b>wanted something. The look that was now melting Mya into butter.</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"Well, <b>I </b>like them... but let's worry about that once your new brother or sister actually exist outside mommy's stomach, deal?"</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"Deal." Sybil and Olive replied excitedly.</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Mya's belly continues to grow; "I can't get any <b>bigger, </b>right? I mean, I already look like a beached whale... what the hell would be the next size-up if I do get any fatter?!" Sure, Mya was somewhat fascinated by the pregnancy process, but she was starting to feel like it was going on forever... and she was only growing larger. Was she going to implode?!</span></span></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">On the way to the hospital, Robert expressed his excitement in the form of loudly ranting for a boy. "It's going to be a boy...it's going to be a boy... it's going to be..."</span></span></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"...a boy! We get it Robert. Now get me into that hospital!" Mya's patience was wearing thin. At this point, she just wanted the kid out of her. "If this is a boy..." Mya continued, "... this is the <b>last </b>kid, capiche?"</span></span></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Sensing his wife's obvious frustration, Robert readily agreed while laughing to himself. "Understood. Last kid. By the way, it's totally going to be a boy."</span></span></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i>(Robert glitched in the hospital, so he can be seen creeping in the background behind the transparent doors. I left him there for a bit for the laughs...)</i></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"What did you name him?" Olive asked, bouncing around her mother with excitement.</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"Corrigan, right?" Sybil offered.</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Mya and Robert glanced at each other, they had been practicing this conversation since she told Robert that the girls picked out names. </span></span><br />
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"Oh man. We <b>totally</b> forgot." Robert said, feigning disappointment.</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"Yeah. Sorry girls. We decided to name him Snuffleupagus, Snuffle for short. You said you wanted him to have a cool nickname, right?"</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">The girls just stared at their parents in disbelief. Olive imagined all the kids making fun of her brother, and she couldn't really help him since his name was so terrible.</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">When Robert couldn't hold his laughter in any longer, he broke the silence. "Girls... calm down. We named him Corrigan, as you two suggested. We decided we quite liked the name."</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Olive giggled. "Yeah... well, he would have <b>hated </b>it."</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Now the Dennis clan was complete... they finally had their last child.</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"We need to stick together. This house is a battlefield full of girls, and we're the underdogs." Robert laughed to himself as he snuggled his new son. "Ah... we'll plan battle strategies tomorrow."</span></span><b><span style="color: red; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> </span></span></b><br />
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<span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Anyway, ignore the discrepancies in the first pictures (Mya in her work uniform when she was clearly in her new preggo outfit last chapter). I had an issue with a glitch and had to revert back to a previous save, but in my haste to get everything back to normal, I *totally* forgot to take pictures of the baby room while she was pregnant... so these older pictures had to do. *sigh*</span><br />
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<span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I had the pregnancy glitch, except a little different than everyone else was experiencing. Mya was pregnant two days past the three day mark and as soon as I started freaking out thinking I had to terminate and pollinate to fix the issue, she went into labor. Really strange. </span><br />
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<span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Also, Olive's IF doll disappeared through the floor randomly (which was okay since she wasn't going to use it), but then it effing re-appeared. Now I get the message every so often that Fluffy wants to come out and play... eff that. Sorry Fluffs, but you're staying in Olive's inventory indefinitely (or until I can find a way to make it permanently disappear). *cue evil laugh*</span><br />
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<span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Keep an eye open for Chapter 10 (or not since I'll most likely remind everyone); it's a fun one. Or at least it is in my head since I haven't started it yet. Details, right?</span><br />
<span style="color: red; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: purple;"> </span></span></span></span><b><span style="color: red; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"></span> </span></b>GigaRevivalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16416368229832346047noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8797177559716728209.post-61311710142524042842011-08-06T21:04:00.000-07:002012-01-12T02:48:39.739-08:001.8--Robbery/Aging Up Dennis Style<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwapVOUjfB8-7sa-SwxniFGoG1wbrQAfOFly0vUygWpFOxBJunwaZgJWswy2-woOkaFDuvQzdo7nJsK3OqneMEg6Nk8DRF9BQlULvTyZTX1wGQoDxh607Ar2jARDhag2uAc8aTLTyXRj0C/s1600/Screenshot-155.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-center: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwapVOUjfB8-7sa-SwxniFGoG1wbrQAfOFly0vUygWpFOxBJunwaZgJWswy2-woOkaFDuvQzdo7nJsK3OqneMEg6Nk8DRF9BQlULvTyZTX1wGQoDxh607Ar2jARDhag2uAc8aTLTyXRj0C/s640/Screenshot-155.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj46VBY0LfU63AcLQc-wwQobDLVEyQdAaZp9rl_TNkCxSE01t8s6w7ABLHl-zpC47GRviZxC9NN9nLPE6XxCnp00T3pO6L_yIRF2RcBrr2n15JQRsjYq2WryR4XHvkoOdBAG2GAOjnNW2A8/s1600/Screenshot-158.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj46VBY0LfU63AcLQc-wwQobDLVEyQdAaZp9rl_TNkCxSE01t8s6w7ABLHl-zpC47GRviZxC9NN9nLPE6XxCnp00T3pO6L_yIRF2RcBrr2n15JQRsjYq2WryR4XHvkoOdBAG2GAOjnNW2A8/s640/Screenshot-158.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;">On a quiet, peaceful Tuesday night, a robber decides to enter the Dennis household.</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;"><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;">"Hey... uh, is your wife okay? Do we need to call an ambulance or something?"</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;">"No." Robert replied. "Trust me, my wife... has a wide array of emotional responses, one of which is fainting in the sight of danger. Although this time, the danger had already passed so she was a bit late on the uptake."</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;">When Robert began laughing at his own morbid sense of humor, and presumably at his wife's unconscious body on the floor, the cop slowly backed out of the house... wondering to himself if the Dennis's were all there in the head.</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"How about the park?" Mya began, "There's plenty of space and there is a playground for the children to play in and you know, get out of their parents hair for a while."</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;">"Sounds fine to me and I'm definitely okay with the children having their own designated area. Can you think of the chaos that many kids can produce?"</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;">"Well, we have two little ones that will be kid-age soon... I'm a little scared to think of the possibilities."</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;">Robert laughed. "Our children will be angels."</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;">Somehow, that didn't calm Mya. The Dennis family and "obedience" weren't exactly synonymous. Hell, Mya and Robert met in College when they both used fake ID's to enter the local bar and got caught. Their first date was spent at the police station. "Oh God," Mya thought to herself, "...is this what we have to look forward to?" </span></span><br />
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"I'll take care of the cake... and I'll take Syb with me since Olive doesn't seem too keen on taking another stroller ride this week."</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"All right. I'll make the arrangements... And honey?" Mya added before Robert could head out the door. "I swear, if you buy a bachelorette cake or anything else inappropriate, I'll withhold you-know-what and you'll be sleeping on the couch."</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Robert pretended to shudder. "Appropriate cakes it is."</span></span><br />
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</div><span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"It's not nice to point, dear." Robert laughed as Sybil took notice of a particularly odd looking fellow walking on the opposite of the street.</span><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"></span></span><br />
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<div style="color: blue;"><b><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 12pt;">--Quicker than they expected, the afternoon passed to early evening and it was time to take the girls to their birthday party.--</span></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;"> </span></span><br />
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</div><div style="color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">"Oh yes." Mya stated simply, "Our last party for the girls was a roaring sensation and I don't think tiny Twinbrook will be willing to pass it up. Plus, free food always tends to draw the crowds."<br />
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Robert laughed. "You always have a way of looking at the positive, Mya."</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">"That's why you married me! And my stunning good looks, of course."</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
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<span style="color: black;">After two hours of playing with the girls, talking to the guests, and pretending to tolerate the other kids attending the party... Mya and Robert were ready to jump right in and have the kiddos blow out their candles.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
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She was more excited for the cake than anything else.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
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</span></span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"Well Syb... what do you think so far? Of being older, I mean."</span></span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"I don't know. I mean we start school soon... and other kids will be there, <b>a lot </b>of other kids. And germs! And cramped desks. And projects in front of the class..."</span></span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"... and homework, and teachers, and <b>rules</b>." Olive wasn't aware that she was just making Sybil more anxious, if that was even possible.</span></span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"I'm not going. They can't make me! I won't be stuffed into a small room with a bunch of germ-covered kids who will most likely just laugh at me, and..."</span></span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
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</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"You worry too much Syb. It will be <b>fun</b>! Besides, no one makes fun of my sister except for me... and maybe mom and dad, but I don't think they would."</span></span><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> </span></span></span></span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Sybil laughed. "Thanks, I guess."</span></span></span></span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Olive feigned looking nervous, "...there's, uh... something I should tell you though."</span></span><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> </span></span></span></span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Sybil began wringing her hands. She never liked bad news. "Wh-what?"</span></span></span></span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0fGMBSUrJVwmghf74iWNolVYRm5zpZIz1iS2UTvw1-gS1bOOT6wMH0t6eGlkZCLJq6VqSx4SkwXMZvp4lVCPFAXT8o-Vut7fwTlAQVE1PSCYyXhOhJnW4ACfsDUvppZrbEjaQoC7weIpJ/s1600/Screenshot-320.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0fGMBSUrJVwmghf74iWNolVYRm5zpZIz1iS2UTvw1-gS1bOOT6wMH0t6eGlkZCLJq6VqSx4SkwXMZvp4lVCPFAXT8o-Vut7fwTlAQVE1PSCYyXhOhJnW4ACfsDUvppZrbEjaQoC7weIpJ/s640/Screenshot-320.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"You better run because I'm it!" </span></span></span></span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">And the Dennis sisters spent the rest of their birthday party playing tag and pretending that the rest of the world, and more importantly their first day of school, didn't exist. </span></span></span></span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhO_i0D81EVIS7oIJ9Mi8hZjMKmBXGzTDfbaTTH535qeijrcUf3R2-0G2WNDNyJurQv70Fjf5iijFRk3uLKi6JElGy7hB2mHshQrbrX4MWo5NvZUwFBglSURIqDI8h2vZ-o7iPuV7mE0C3t/s1600/Screenshot-325.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhO_i0D81EVIS7oIJ9Mi8hZjMKmBXGzTDfbaTTH535qeijrcUf3R2-0G2WNDNyJurQv70Fjf5iijFRk3uLKi6JElGy7hB2mHshQrbrX4MWo5NvZUwFBglSURIqDI8h2vZ-o7iPuV7mE0C3t/s640/Screenshot-325.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"The girls seem to be having fun..." Robert stated as they were cleaning up the last remnant of birthday cake.</span></span></span></span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"And a good thing too. I was worried for a bit there. Syb reserved herself to the corner making disgusted faces at the other kids, and Olive was busy convincing one of the local boys to drink the lake water..."</span></span></span></span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> </span></span></span></span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Robert laughed. "Well, I know which one takes after you."</span></span></span></span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div><div style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Mya gasped in mock surprise before slapping Robert on the shoulder, "Oh goodness. Don't even joke about that!"</span></span></span></span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh48A3uQXkInAI7yM-VKUqEqxP0sB3HXiUceJAGGctJ0cn0gcBdLUZeJnwBNxfHmC_8cn8zulzs22-36mmHpuAYg_lM3xzVDRnGCox7OXc47T2c3Hd1jF1bofA7jvPDtpbE7kNkyrzm_CiO/s1600/Screenshot-330.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh48A3uQXkInAI7yM-VKUqEqxP0sB3HXiUceJAGGctJ0cn0gcBdLUZeJnwBNxfHmC_8cn8zulzs22-36mmHpuAYg_lM3xzVDRnGCox7OXc47T2c3Hd1jF1bofA7jvPDtpbE7kNkyrzm_CiO/s640/Screenshot-330.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgP7PUA5Hc6BG2Uh4n4UZLPubuE9dZATq9sHl4AfjVz7X97Z3RSWIXn6ixmnDIvqDQ0jorY2YdvdFUxY8F-yZFTX3jcG8jdxBgxBGmIJZLTN0cwxmowB92Zzt7yviDFWlyQjc9L7QoibM6L/s1600/Screenshot-339.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgP7PUA5Hc6BG2Uh4n4UZLPubuE9dZATq9sHl4AfjVz7X97Z3RSWIXn6ixmnDIvqDQ0jorY2YdvdFUxY8F-yZFTX3jcG8jdxBgxBGmIJZLTN0cwxmowB92Zzt7yviDFWlyQjc9L7QoibM6L/s640/Screenshot-339.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Once home, the Dennis's got ready for bed... with the girls settling into their new room.</span></span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"I call dibs on bottom bunk!" Olive yelled as soon as the girls entered their room.</span></span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"That's fine with me. I would much rather be away from the floor... and the bugs."</span></span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Olive laughed. "There's no bugs... Besides, I move a lot and I would probably fall off the top bunk and break my arm or something."</span></span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"Yeah, you probably would." Sybil giggled. "Do you really think school will be fun tomorrow?"</span></span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"Sure. I mean, the homework will suck... and so will the teachers, but we'll get to meet new friends!"</span></span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"Ugh." Was all the response Sybil gave.</span></span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">It was Olive's turn to laugh. "We'll be fine Syb, I promise."</span></span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">That night, Sybil and Olive fell asleep both dreaming and dreading the coming of tomorrow.</span></span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"></div><br />
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<span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">But a different scene was happening in their parents bedroom. </span></div><div style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"Well... this is it. Everyone is getting older and pretty soon we'll be that wrinkly old couple sitting on a bench grossing all the kids out."</div><div style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Robert looked sincerely at his wife. He knew she was using humor as a means to cope with the fact that her babies were growing... and someday they would leave them. "Nah... we'll be that old couple sitting on a bench surrounded by grandchildren and everyone will be jealous. Besides, I don't care how much it grosses others out... I'm kissing you no matter our combined wrinkle-age."</div><div style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"Oh?" </div><div style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1r2_oPk-5v0Zd0pzaR7TPN859GT7wg6ZNfkHuKPqEU30IqjiS311xJm1FvGvfaxEw8EVCQovBY7NZWVaZedhdRQo_nCvvDdsTBihAHdMkWGmRwajpCO3hOl_vCnSE8fRx2h9wdJ9WiUIn/s1600/Mya+and+Robert+%252810%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1r2_oPk-5v0Zd0pzaR7TPN859GT7wg6ZNfkHuKPqEU30IqjiS311xJm1FvGvfaxEw8EVCQovBY7NZWVaZedhdRQo_nCvvDdsTBihAHdMkWGmRwajpCO3hOl_vCnSE8fRx2h9wdJ9WiUIn/s640/Mya+and+Robert+%252810%2529.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> <span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;">And then a <b>very </b>different scene took place in the Dennis Sr. bedroom.</span></span></div><div style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b style="color: blue;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">----The next morning----</span></b></div><div style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_utRXw7hhdFLd_yjIaAAJ7T7lAMXvqspAbFIlDasnCj70Oa3LSNwwV7O_QTfHTHNfCW_dCKZvgcpMislAyjzAR8ue2H_1q8f-1Qj2EQhfgX6DncuPCINtuNrAsaNpn9uiOtF4-7RWrCUC/s1600/Screenshot-8.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_utRXw7hhdFLd_yjIaAAJ7T7lAMXvqspAbFIlDasnCj70Oa3LSNwwV7O_QTfHTHNfCW_dCKZvgcpMislAyjzAR8ue2H_1q8f-1Qj2EQhfgX6DncuPCINtuNrAsaNpn9uiOtF4-7RWrCUC/s640/Screenshot-8.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiS-1RvPQYXZUN03Ix9m28N0n3l33axlooTtMl2-AS7p6bnpRTt6VdIPEpwurcCxwKQlYQJ4PhkvrOVgc45XJrHw3X6t2_lecy0SEX0ETG_h6RezJIn_ppL6JcvXmG5K5FcayCXkCZkwJvD/s1600/Screenshot-7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiS-1RvPQYXZUN03Ix9m28N0n3l33axlooTtMl2-AS7p6bnpRTt6VdIPEpwurcCxwKQlYQJ4PhkvrOVgc45XJrHw3X6t2_lecy0SEX0ETG_h6RezJIn_ppL6JcvXmG5K5FcayCXkCZkwJvD/s640/Screenshot-7.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">The girls were reluctantly dragged out of bed to eat breakfast...</div><div style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg19J92CWOmuiE6YIRsMfspUejTQElDKmeLmvTWM8B0Lpjs-EVmtsFjIpAJ0WRTnGIr01T_KKc1C2OKJ__KWN3WxT6RzSsPWbNk4vz4qnemWHbbg4A6dRE0QUYrmaV2egS8XLhlH_kdWRgw/s1600/Screenshot-112.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg19J92CWOmuiE6YIRsMfspUejTQElDKmeLmvTWM8B0Lpjs-EVmtsFjIpAJ0WRTnGIr01T_KKc1C2OKJ__KWN3WxT6RzSsPWbNk4vz4qnemWHbbg4A6dRE0QUYrmaV2egS8XLhlH_kdWRgw/s640/Screenshot-112.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">... and then go to school.</div><div style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjofW5Q5NoFMf8Ps1BoZdOiMQ6lQtUncROgDN1UY1vD6eDsFwqPHUxUwMAYp47MYcVTLZYJyMwiNCKEg_KSdlgFLeKooBZKq2kAZrSmuL48PI6VpW15V1zwrTSVsbdtPg6iHXo84QPTLSW8/s1600/Screenshot-97.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjofW5Q5NoFMf8Ps1BoZdOiMQ6lQtUncROgDN1UY1vD6eDsFwqPHUxUwMAYp47MYcVTLZYJyMwiNCKEg_KSdlgFLeKooBZKq2kAZrSmuL48PI6VpW15V1zwrTSVsbdtPg6iHXo84QPTLSW8/s640/Screenshot-97.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;">While at home, Mya underwent a familiar sickness... one that told her that the Dennis family would be expanding again.</span></span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9tTi5Mg7_z-SgMrWH6H1uY7l-BdC-1UhMB0XQlIqEtlAP0xKcFbKEVAk3DrUvlR3-fdFRqNGwffRGxoROEvKvINEfxDeNaSoraVBLgDxSSCZeqXZQPfqi_UF43_sNc_XzKdg7oIL6Bcba/s1600/Screenshot-254.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9tTi5Mg7_z-SgMrWH6H1uY7l-BdC-1UhMB0XQlIqEtlAP0xKcFbKEVAk3DrUvlR3-fdFRqNGwffRGxoROEvKvINEfxDeNaSoraVBLgDxSSCZeqXZQPfqi_UF43_sNc_XzKdg7oIL6Bcba/s640/Screenshot-254.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;">As soon as Robert returned from work, Mya gave him the news.</span></span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;">"So... Robert, my dear, sweet, wonderful husband..."</span></span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;">"What do you want?" Robert asked sarcastically.</span></span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;">"I don't want anything. I simply want to give, because I'm such a generous, giving person."</span></span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;">"If its a slap, you already gave me the one I was owed for that crude joke the other day."</span></span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;">Mya laughed. "I said the crude joke, remember?"</span></span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;">"Yeah, and <b>I </b>got hit for it."</span></span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;">"You were supposed to stop me! We were in front of the girls! But that's not what I want to give you. It's something much better. Something that will require care... and diapers... and tolerance."</span></span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;"><br />
</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_C8K3xfk2pcljH3UHGbtl6-1vvEVWyqfZeFyAdt7_BJXqxJSJ6PADdXi6ja8u4OK587fKSaJufv404acEwIHcPslkawRrs9lRp_okCtrtgD5cTurFJ_npoyufniQf580GBUsZYt4-auGr/s1600/Screenshot-241.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_C8K3xfk2pcljH3UHGbtl6-1vvEVWyqfZeFyAdt7_BJXqxJSJ6PADdXi6ja8u4OK587fKSaJufv404acEwIHcPslkawRrs9lRp_okCtrtgD5cTurFJ_npoyufniQf580GBUsZYt4-auGr/s640/Screenshot-241.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;">Robert caught on right away to Mya's not-so-coy hints. "It better be a boy this time."</span></span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;">Mya laughed theatrically while twiddling her fingers together in a mock evil gesture, "Or it could be <b>another </b>girl. And then we'll plan an intricate coup against you and all boys."</span></span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;">"I would laugh at that, but I could totally see that happening. And it haunts my dreams. But, if we do have another girl I call dibs on naming her!"</span></span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;">"<b>You </b>taught Olive that, didn't you? She's been calling "dibs" on everything in this household all morning!"</span></span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;">"And you said <b>you </b>would plan a coup. I believe this is the right time to say, 'the tables have turned!'"</span></span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;">Mya turned to her husband and for the millionth time since she married him, knew that they were meant for each other."I love you." She stated simply, but sincerely.</span></span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;">Robert smiled. "I love you too and always will."</span></span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwYfXvlzZIln60049f2q1cJagnIlalg5UYmLHQtz8DbvKPTGTZlrXnLjQ9XmcIFVyIsMd1tK6v7k03sQY4prUIVJ4Bw2W-UJhsW5TBJm5hflDi_bwGmh_GmW61MdgFE4ZbV_WMrkCy9Ytv/s1600/Screenshot-20+%25283%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwYfXvlzZIln60049f2q1cJagnIlalg5UYmLHQtz8DbvKPTGTZlrXnLjQ9XmcIFVyIsMd1tK6v7k03sQY4prUIVJ4Bw2W-UJhsW5TBJm5hflDi_bwGmh_GmW61MdgFE4ZbV_WMrkCy9Ytv/s640/Screenshot-20+%25283%2529.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Mya and Robert decided to forgo telling the children until she cleared her first trimester, in case anything happened and the girls would be disappointed.</span></span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">So things continued as normal for the next couple of days. The girls would return from school and whine theatrically about their homework.</span></span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> </span></span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"Do we <b>have </b>to do this? I mean, when am I ever going to need to know the circumference of a circle in real life?" they would ask.</span></span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> </span></span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Mya and Robert learned early to just laugh and then help them, because reasoning with a child was often more work than either of them could handle. Although Robert often sympathized with their reasoning. "I've <b>never </b>had to know how to calculate the circumference of a circle in adulthood," he thought to himself.</span></span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
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</div><div style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"Well, here we go again. Our third little monster is on the way and it's time to tell the other two."</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</div><span style="color: #073763;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;"><b>----------------------------------------</b></span><b style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> </b></span><br />
<span style="color: #073763; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">This marks my longest chapter as of yet. I tried to fit so much in! </span><br />
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Here is a close-up of Olive (who will most likely be my heir for Gen dos):</span><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOeMAqI28GkdtcYLRZForCTL3W5MvKmh-BZJrZpKtC3qIHDAgN0w8h_hYhpkwjzOoE6O1SzBStpYuwu2O3jMnmHjXWAI6EkpY77t2OIZRf1wdBCkWG0ybFwrrzfs0Ajk8BPStNehrEQis_/s1600/Screenshot-290.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOeMAqI28GkdtcYLRZForCTL3W5MvKmh-BZJrZpKtC3qIHDAgN0w8h_hYhpkwjzOoE6O1SzBStpYuwu2O3jMnmHjXWAI6EkpY77t2OIZRf1wdBCkWG0ybFwrrzfs0Ajk8BPStNehrEQis_/s640/Screenshot-290.jpg" width="640" /></a></span></span></div><span style="color: #073763; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">She got the Athletic trait, which worked out for me since the primary income for generation two will be athletic trainer. I'm not sure where I'm going with her character as of yet, but so far she is just as smart-mouthed as her mother and protective of her sister.<br />
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And here is Miss Sybil:</span><br />
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I have to admit, I'm happy with how both girls turned out. This is one of the few instances in my legacies where <i>both</i> children weren't borderline fug. Here's to hoping the third doesn't break the trend.</span><br />
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"Well at least Olive knows how to keep herself occupied." Mya thought to herself as she attempted to teach Sybil the "sophistication" of speech. "Toy-let... sound it out with me.... toooooyyyy-leeettt."</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Sybil and Olive would often just stare blankly at Mya during their learning sessions leaving Mya wondering if her children either thought she was insane, or were planning an intricate coup of some sort. "Don't play that cute card with me, I'll ground you both until you turn gray if you try anything sinister... now say it with me, tooooyyyy-leeeetttt...." Mya laughed, "my children will never be able to take me seriously."</span></span><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiI910_-eHF1IMpWFedPBI6aA_rTvD3T9XJCXmr7fsWwFt5_7Fz04UkqZHrjp1UG1Jj9S5ijcWmuenYX3evrpduAAllG6aJ0DT1jysmAjGEKUv8AqoHmfSZu40A443GbHCAhYzgGxiqNKKc/s1600/Screenshot-62.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiI910_-eHF1IMpWFedPBI6aA_rTvD3T9XJCXmr7fsWwFt5_7Fz04UkqZHrjp1UG1Jj9S5ijcWmuenYX3evrpduAAllG6aJ0DT1jysmAjGEKUv8AqoHmfSZu40A443GbHCAhYzgGxiqNKKc/s640/Screenshot-62.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Because of their space issues, Robert would often work late hours hoping to make up for the lack of a second income while Mya was on maternity leave. </span></span><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj61a9WqZ2W2WS-pyWYS2w8Y6o934N8HQARoi0OJRsTMumB_HdpJh0sz7fvQUHDgLzThJoa0CQdosW22n3JL3kuP4rYHFmV6cMsV8t-eADVVcetWx-IkgB_9r_YmTdECSOAMG0H3YxBR7u1/s1600/Screenshot-147.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj61a9WqZ2W2WS-pyWYS2w8Y6o934N8HQARoi0OJRsTMumB_HdpJh0sz7fvQUHDgLzThJoa0CQdosW22n3JL3kuP4rYHFmV6cMsV8t-eADVVcetWx-IkgB_9r_YmTdECSOAMG0H3YxBR7u1/s640/Screenshot-147.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> "I'm heading to work, babe." Robert hated having to leave Mya alone with the two girls. Especially since he would much rather be at home with them than out with the citizenry of Twinbrook who were most likely hiring him for <b>another </b>gnome incident.</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"<b>Again</b>?"</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"This one pays well and it was hard to pass up. Hopefully enough to extend the girls' rooms before their birthday next week."</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"Rob, be careful. I'm more worried about you than the damn room. I want my husband at home."</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"I know," Robert sighed. "...but if I work hard this week, then I can get that promotion with a nice, hefty bonus. And then I won't have to work as hard."</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Mya snickered. "Is that how promotions work these days? Just... promise me that if you get another gnome as a half-payment, you chuck it out the car window. The one we already have is quite enough."</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Robert laughed. "Cross my heart... next gnome I get will be set on our neighbors lawn, as a friendly... present?"</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"I'm sure they'll appreciate the gesture. Bye honey... try to be home at a reasonable hour please."</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Robert smiled and then headed out the door.</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Robert smirked, "If I don't get this promotion, I swear I'll kick every gnome I see out of spite." </span></span><br />
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">After doing the usual mail-theft and dumpster diving song-and-dance, Robert composed a brilliant idea... to break into the suspects house.</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"Hey... this guy's a criminal," Robert said trying to reason with himself over his recent crime spree. "Think of it as serving this guy a dose of his own medicine. Or a backwards form of justice... or karma! Karma works in this case." Apparently the irony of the situation was missed by Robert. </span></span><br />
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"Well," Robert started, "it's official, I'm a newly promoted Licensed Snoop."</span></span><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTamAH8fGz4RqsXlXmhzOJ30KRZOh4qCVxZIVWl_q-6ndMilw0zA9UdBFCYUul7kaHUBXUAM8P4RIrp3i6ZJ7BsDc87VCGdTuplDEdPkbgy-MX6f3P29Jf77Ra07cZeQuALl777xV76_Sw/s1600/Screenshot-130.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTamAH8fGz4RqsXlXmhzOJ30KRZOh4qCVxZIVWl_q-6ndMilw0zA9UdBFCYUul7kaHUBXUAM8P4RIrp3i6ZJ7BsDc87VCGdTuplDEdPkbgy-MX6f3P29Jf77Ra07cZeQuALl777xV76_Sw/s640/Screenshot-130.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> Mya couldn't contain her excitement. "So this means you'll be home more, right? As much as I love my girls, talking with just kids all day is driving me bonkers."</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Robert snickered. "Ah, but I think your baby-talk is adorable. Although it was getting a bit creepy in bed."</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"Shut up." Mya said as she playfully slapped him on the arm. </span></span><br />
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"There's something else..." Robert interjected, suddenly nervous of Mya's response. Sure, they needed a car but he wasn't sure a stolen one would be received well by his wife. "We have a new car."</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"It was certainly enough to finally build a new room for the little monsters... but not enough to buy a car. I may have... stolen it. From a suspects house."</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"Wait... you stole a car? A <b>car</b>? And... no one noticed this?"</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"Well, the suspect is going to jail so it's highly unlikely <b>he'll</b> notice at least. Plus, he was stealing cars himself so I figured I would help karma along... and you know, steal his?" Robert felt ridiculous expressing his reasoning out loud. </span></span><br />
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"Robert, honey. I don't think stealing a criminals car is the way to 'help karma along.' I think having him arrested might have been enough to do that."</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"You're right. I should go drive it back to his house..."</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"Whoa..." Mya interrupted, "let's not get ahead of ourselves. I mean, we <b>do </b>need the car more than he does, considering he is behind bars." Mya sighed, "All right, for the record, I am <b>not </b>condoning my husband becoming a criminal, but... I am willing to overlook the fact that our car is, technically criminally obtained, since we really need one right now. Just promise me no more stealing. Especially now that we are examples to young and impressionable children."</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"I promise."</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"Good," Mya stated as she pulled Robert into a kiss. "I have to say, all this moral ambiguity going on right now is making me hot."</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"You know, that just makes criminal activity all the more enticing."</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"Let's get the girls to bed... and then go to bed ourselves," Mya stated suggestively.</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"Deal!"</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">...And that night, Robert and Mya managed to get the girls ready for bed and in their cribs in record time.</span></span><br />
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<div><span style="color: #073763; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">The Dennis family *really* needed a car and I was pulling my hair out trying to save up for one, and then this opportunity presented itself. So, I took it... plus he was stealing everything else in the house at the time so why not the car? *eyebrow waggle* </span></div><div><span style="color: #073763; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span></div><span style="color: #073763; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I played it off as Mya being surprisingly okay with it because of their current circumstances (even though they can definitely afford a car now lol). Hey, if I'm willing to compromise my ethics, so should she. </span><br />
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<span style="color: #073763; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Robert *finally* made it to level 7 of the Investigator Career. Congratulations on your promotion to Licensed Snoop Robert! </span><br />
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<span style="color: #073763; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I kind of wanted to play up their financial situation a bit since, when I started this chapter, they only had about 12,000 to their names. But, by the end they had 34,500-something, something... 0_0 I wasn't really watching their monetary progress for a good two hours of playing, but still... I have absolutely no idea how they managed to jump that much. I'm definitely not complaining though since it gave them enough to finally build Sybil and Olive a suitable room when they become children (which is soon!).</span><br />
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<span style="color: #073763; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Anyway, their financial situation is much better so it <i>should</i> be smooth sailing from here on out. *crosses fingers*</span></div>GigaRevivalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16416368229832346047noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8797177559716728209.post-5963341697263517272011-08-01T13:00:00.000-07:002012-01-10T00:52:39.773-08:001.6--Sybil<div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: red; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyzIatEzbbqNjgbefxcrz8o4nTFQRZIJW0dfMUfDWMZhwIMQO-IwbqQlPVo082w6OU8fXk9EaiBDjRpO_BwlHauXZuEjza1XE_tmz-hyP7VWUUSrVmakPicYisnfLCreGKz94SRXjZXLvJ/s1600/Screenshot-5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyzIatEzbbqNjgbefxcrz8o4nTFQRZIJW0dfMUfDWMZhwIMQO-IwbqQlPVo082w6OU8fXk9EaiBDjRpO_BwlHauXZuEjza1XE_tmz-hyP7VWUUSrVmakPicYisnfLCreGKz94SRXjZXLvJ/s640/Screenshot-5.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: red; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgI_BNXoPOwU3mFUzNNeUsweRAGPEH82nMY74zjzBU259eVn6FFYk8s-FAO9vSMHTHOswoiYr91qETxyzwIomYQrEqxZy16NlFJOjGbM4QD4yQM7sY17OgDRv_DvRgeUhAWUpsYk7qG22LU/s1600/Screenshot-29.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgI_BNXoPOwU3mFUzNNeUsweRAGPEH82nMY74zjzBU259eVn6FFYk8s-FAO9vSMHTHOswoiYr91qETxyzwIomYQrEqxZy16NlFJOjGbM4QD4yQM7sY17OgDRv_DvRgeUhAWUpsYk7qG22LU/s640/Screenshot-29.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: red; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiW15jrR6j2Vl5Vzosa6nI4leIlo4seTcWFkHVYLTFBHI4CAqO2OwkvLTSuV5xUksDyZEFnG77ir5Upldx0PG9vHhjU-eTr5aNXKum13Ds3yEt4UZGKxUHY_X7FCjxhQTJ7ti0eh58JFfeK/s1600/Screenshot-34.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiW15jrR6j2Vl5Vzosa6nI4leIlo4seTcWFkHVYLTFBHI4CAqO2OwkvLTSuV5xUksDyZEFnG77ir5Upldx0PG9vHhjU-eTr5aNXKum13Ds3yEt4UZGKxUHY_X7FCjxhQTJ7ti0eh58JFfeK/s640/Screenshot-34.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div style="color: red; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;">Things were progressing normally.</span></span> <span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;">Olive was growing...</span></span></div><div style="color: red; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: red; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrnjy5TMciI4YoVH0L9dwQyJptQV3ihpABJ1rXhk_8-sTtfFbi0xLxXyhPJhKCVCA1eH2KUpi5pxRPma3DfXlkaCtb5LssORdxxfzl-V-auX3pRoCFo4k4wHOFOVWXna7f1oj9PVo0a62k/s1600/Screenshot-56.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrnjy5TMciI4YoVH0L9dwQyJptQV3ihpABJ1rXhk_8-sTtfFbi0xLxXyhPJhKCVCA1eH2KUpi5pxRPma3DfXlkaCtb5LssORdxxfzl-V-auX3pRoCFo4k4wHOFOVWXna7f1oj9PVo0a62k/s640/Screenshot-56.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div style="color: red; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;"> ... and learning....</span></span></div><div style="color: red; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: red; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHGrmy1D5mDsaBibGyGr6wgbY8BT3TcP4yMXJ0C7i265A9Jv615NfDys2O93_N9FCN0GZkxUgdyPPOUoGn5ykxW9HGSwJldEPOlvf8orkVE4Unz6X7cuKXyyPBrxo4w0-ZO7aD04sULb7n/s1600/Screenshot-3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHGrmy1D5mDsaBibGyGr6wgbY8BT3TcP4yMXJ0C7i265A9Jv615NfDys2O93_N9FCN0GZkxUgdyPPOUoGn5ykxW9HGSwJldEPOlvf8orkVE4Unz6X7cuKXyyPBrxo4w0-ZO7aD04sULb7n/s640/Screenshot-3.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div style="color: red; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;"> ... and proving her nickname,"the little monster," to be more accurate than her parents were expecting.</span></span></div><div style="color: red; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: red; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjghO_H2mLKLt48buYnZ7i_2NV2W-3TZolXberPaDYm8FMUYS32g-MhwqmY2onDK0347Yo2dFSGjDbADKx8JdaEewh_b2csB6i6pFoeCoPDL75s8KcKOnqdhVSPAhPjorVrNdqglzM5EVJ7/s1600/Screenshot-75.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjghO_H2mLKLt48buYnZ7i_2NV2W-3TZolXberPaDYm8FMUYS32g-MhwqmY2onDK0347Yo2dFSGjDbADKx8JdaEewh_b2csB6i6pFoeCoPDL75s8KcKOnqdhVSPAhPjorVrNdqglzM5EVJ7/s640/Screenshot-75.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div style="color: red; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">But Mya and Robert, during a lengthy conversation after Olive's birthday, were holding on to hope that they could pile enough money together to be able to adopt their second child.</span></span></div><div style="color: red; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="color: red; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"With my next paycheck, we will have five-thousand in the bank. That <b>should</b> be enough to get all the necessary supplies, expand Olive's room, <b>and </b>pay the adoption agency..." Mya began.</span></span></div><div style="color: red; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="color: red; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"But that won't cover our rent and food as well..." Robert interjected. "I could sell my computer, but I need that for work. Maybe we should wait until we have ten-thousand."</span></span></div><div style="color: red; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> </span></span></div><div style="color: red; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"Ten-thousand! It took us two weeks to get just two thousand extra in the bank... and that was <b>with </b>my recent raise, which I doubt I'll see another one unless I'm promoted."</span></span></div><div style="color: red; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: red; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgo5Yiw8alTnwUfs4ZC5Zm6U5o7vcTm2CUHqPR5B9smhfU3Ks101A5tu3cJrdc0A3CNjyXj8RruH38Fcv46fdsui-H__RfCgnTAQyyRCXhRPPdMfgx7aTo6bCiN63Hsx0BLInsp4Edb_F36/s1600/Screenshot-74.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgo5Yiw8alTnwUfs4ZC5Zm6U5o7vcTm2CUHqPR5B9smhfU3Ks101A5tu3cJrdc0A3CNjyXj8RruH38Fcv46fdsui-H__RfCgnTAQyyRCXhRPPdMfgx7aTo6bCiN63Hsx0BLInsp4Edb_F36/s640/Screenshot-74.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div style="color: red; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Robert could see Mya was flustered. He didn't want to wait to adopt anymore than she did, but they were struggling as it is with one child... he was afraid of the financial troubles they would experience introducing another child too early.</span></span></div><div style="color: red; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="color: red; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"Calm down, babe." Robert whispered as he pulled Mya into a hug. "We <b>will </b>find a way."</span></span></div><div style="color: red; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="color: red; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"It's just... I've been in the system... I've lived it. I don't want another child to suffer and feel unloved like I did. And now that we've talked about it, I can't get it out of my head."</span></span></div><div style="color: red; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="color: red; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"All right. Give me two more weeks. I'll take a couple extra jobs and do some computer work and <b>hopefully </b>that will boost us at least another thousand so we have a safety cushion in case something happens."</span></span></div><div style="color: red; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="color: red; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Mya shook her head. "I don't want you spreading yourself too thin. Maybe I can work some extra hours at the school... they have a daycare there, so Olive will be watched and I can spend time with her during my off-hours."</span></span></div><div style="color: red; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: red; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlfmaIcJ2p0bJJejDCRdLmCYQLIb_P0o-tfIEE0srwDlHz_lh7kTreuCHFHdiGmMBMvpL3MHhSKRb92r0j9r55mYiv_OsgCFoHoRpImUUMJyiSdZk89fQYiihfn8gv2ma89XQ_SOHHBlky/s1600/Screenshot-86.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlfmaIcJ2p0bJJejDCRdLmCYQLIb_P0o-tfIEE0srwDlHz_lh7kTreuCHFHdiGmMBMvpL3MHhSKRb92r0j9r55mYiv_OsgCFoHoRpImUUMJyiSdZk89fQYiihfn8gv2ma89XQ_SOHHBlky/s640/Screenshot-86.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div style="color: red; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Robert smiled. Mya could be so stubborn and worrisome. "It's for our future child. I don't mind working the extra hours, Mya. Plus, perhaps this will warrant another promotion... Licensed Snoop, here I come!"</span></span></div><div style="color: red; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="color: red; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"Hey! I'm supposed to make a joke out of everything, remember? Don't go reversing our roles!" Mya teased.</span></span></div><div style="color: red; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="color: red; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"I'm <b>not </b>joking. That is really the name of my next position if I get the promotion."</span></span></div><div style="color: red; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="color: red; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"Who comes up with these?!"</span></span></div><div style="color: red; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="color: red; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Robert smirked. "So, are you okay with waiting two more weeks?"</span></span></div><div style="color: red; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="color: red; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"I guess I <b>have </b>to be." Mya couldn't hide her disappointment. She wanted to get her new daughter now, but she also wanted to provide a comfortable living for both of her children... so waiting it had to be. "And thank you, Rob... for putting up with me."</span></span></div><div style="color: red; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="color: red; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"There's no one I would rather endure."</span></span></div><div style="color: red; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="color: red; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Mya laughed. "Thanks... love you too." </span></span></div><div style="color: red; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="color: red; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b style="color: blue;">~~~~~~~~~~~~Two Weeks Later...~~~~~~~~~~~~</b></span></span></div><div style="color: red; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; text-align: center;"><br />
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<span style="color: blue;"></span></span></span></div><div style="color: red; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; text-align: left;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Also as promised, Robert managed to raise money toward their adoption fund while also getting a promotion in the process.</span></span></div><div style="color: red; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="color: red; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; text-align: left;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">After finally making the call... it was just a matter of waiting.</span></span></div><div style="color: red; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="color: red; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; text-align: left;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">And then...</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: red; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-ugpQgkuH7RpsHKqGZw5LgK0r25z2HnWou6tjcTiQwFZqVrsf1vpHGpDtsIMJaf0TU2LA4Q5JpLwdrWSD-XdOlb5pbzxw7cPCGpbBzzzcTNYCbWynP7NI-ftYVnlxAM-dbaqLPB8tgtwh/s1600/Screenshot-97.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-ugpQgkuH7RpsHKqGZw5LgK0r25z2HnWou6tjcTiQwFZqVrsf1vpHGpDtsIMJaf0TU2LA4Q5JpLwdrWSD-XdOlb5pbzxw7cPCGpbBzzzcTNYCbWynP7NI-ftYVnlxAM-dbaqLPB8tgtwh/s640/Screenshot-97.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: red; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhArXQv4soMvpRoyJX78TaXQuyUUsjUrLGaDUJQjpS1uYrFpU0-ViT42CZdNa2oDGMKXcDI9nv3RIjizY-o6PY6aMmYlpKn2XBYxnkE9LrEURMU1PCw6MO-O5BYLG2trUNAgn6KCehoc8Ft/s1600/Screenshot-100.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhArXQv4soMvpRoyJX78TaXQuyUUsjUrLGaDUJQjpS1uYrFpU0-ViT42CZdNa2oDGMKXcDI9nv3RIjizY-o6PY6aMmYlpKn2XBYxnkE9LrEURMU1PCw6MO-O5BYLG2trUNAgn6KCehoc8Ft/s640/Screenshot-100.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div style="color: red; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; text-align: left;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> ...the agency finally dropped their new daughter off.</span></span></div><div style="color: red; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: red; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhu6xP2dk9j576qlYdRMKnz78AmNhEgdYuDt66Ba07MCJD16P7O4oZcHqO16oXMFua8RnnkboJnxzzMzolKh8Zqpmo7W6tJiFMjn3NtdQX7kDHAVxCZbL59a0Cak5EoRVT4pNq9s_oX3uQr/s1600/Screenshot-128.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhu6xP2dk9j576qlYdRMKnz78AmNhEgdYuDt66Ba07MCJD16P7O4oZcHqO16oXMFua8RnnkboJnxzzMzolKh8Zqpmo7W6tJiFMjn3NtdQX7kDHAVxCZbL59a0Cak5EoRVT4pNq9s_oX3uQr/s640/Screenshot-128.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div style="color: red; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; text-align: left;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"What should we name her?" Robert asked after allowing their new daughter to settle in for a couple of hours.</span></span></div><div style="color: red; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; text-align: left;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="color: red; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; text-align: left;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Without skipping a beat, Mya answered "Sybil."</span></span></div><div style="color: red; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; text-align: left;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="color: red; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; text-align: left;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"Your middle name?"</span></span></div><div style="color: red; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; text-align: left;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="color: red; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; text-align: left;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"And my mothers. Olive and any other future children we have will be linked to me and my side biologically. That is something special reserved just for them. I want to give her something special too... the only thing that I can offer her and the one thing that I cherish most from my mother, a shared name."</span></span></div><div style="color: red; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; text-align: left;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: red; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBhEutfKGvKbXDgP1xiDxmjMNCfj9DL2VH815n1p27WsgGM1rHRi5mU5usJsnbJuuC62GY7rr3QETYqxbc_kpuZQ3W8L6WB79CBzzi0wN_ByUj0LPXuzwZcqzSNVIZZA9XMXI5yuzYX9IS/s1600/Screenshot-134.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBhEutfKGvKbXDgP1xiDxmjMNCfj9DL2VH815n1p27WsgGM1rHRi5mU5usJsnbJuuC62GY7rr3QETYqxbc_kpuZQ3W8L6WB79CBzzi0wN_ByUj0LPXuzwZcqzSNVIZZA9XMXI5yuzYX9IS/s640/Screenshot-134.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div style="color: red; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; text-align: left;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Robert couldn't help, but admire both Mya's vulnerability and strength. This was her way of letting go, while also keeping something special from her mother alive... and he wanted to share that with his daughter as well.</span></span></div><div style="color: red; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; text-align: left;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="color: red; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; text-align: left;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"Sybil it is." Robert said as he stroked Mya's cheek.</span></span></div><div style="color: red; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; text-align: left;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="color: red; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; text-align: left;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"Sybil Dennis. Our newest addition." </span></span></div><div style="color: red; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; text-align: left;"><br />
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<span style="color: #073763; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Well, their mixed couple requirement is officially fulfilled. :)</span></div><div><span style="color: #073763; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span></div><div><span style="color: #073763; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">A close-up of Sybil (read Chapter 5 for identical ramble concerning CAS screen):</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZQosE1yLMdc-HAVkT6sAJ7oK8gC20QzUdJzEUbUiJT4eCd0PgdKsWyZEPFBl9VDcB8KuZfGtje-b-5ES78yJE4T43qOUpRkHW9rZKWck_BvR7x5wYL1y0GUeThj8qz8VUUHwJ6VJ8o3KO/s640/Screenshot-143.jpg" width="640" /> </div><div><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="color: #073763;">She is remarkably cute. I usually get fug orphans, so I'm really happy with Sybil. Twallan's MC (I think) gave her my favorite non-default skin by Miss Skitty/Papercat, which you can get by clicking---> <b><a href="http://missskittycc.livejournal.com/6132.html">HERE</a></b></span></span></div><div><span style="color: #073763; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span></div><div><span style="color: #073763; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Also, because someone PM'd me while back asking what default eyes I use, here is the link (MTS) ----> <b><a href="http://www.modthesims.info/download.php?t=440281">CLICKY!</a> <span style="background-color: red;"></span></b></span></div><div><span style="color: #073763; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span></div><div><span style="color: #073763; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I rolled for Generation Three (got too excited again!), and got couple... again. Oh well.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #073763; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Anywho, not much else in the way of updates. So onwards, I say!</span></div>GigaRevivalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16416368229832346047noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8797177559716728209.post-31294049928841088532011-07-31T19:57:00.000-07:002012-01-09T22:00:17.811-08:001.5--Olive is Growing Up Too Fast!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: red; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><br />
</b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiE01w2JXYl5vf7ehixk2z-vymVVJAC0JOF0rdsqA1k3Yj8p3mOPZ0EM2Lu1fSY2wQy5Fo8Cio8y3juo2ixR6GBB1Rf_ESGCiTkBHtfLvLJ5A1HO_Aa7jnL_tdoaPwTyFSGQIhISFnmuYll/s1600/Screenshot-48.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiE01w2JXYl5vf7ehixk2z-vymVVJAC0JOF0rdsqA1k3Yj8p3mOPZ0EM2Lu1fSY2wQy5Fo8Cio8y3juo2ixR6GBB1Rf_ESGCiTkBHtfLvLJ5A1HO_Aa7jnL_tdoaPwTyFSGQIhISFnmuYll/s640/Screenshot-48.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: left;">Now that they had a child, Mya and Robert found themselves much busier than before. The only sanctuary they experienced from the day's turmoils was either from the rare nap...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgycJCikg_aQRDsPYd_XeeA89PbV0ETOV2ifksq7rBkDmA3TO5LAmXsq126g10xIpRecZuFMFdlSUKOBYNKLF-krFnaDZrPuPtjoPXb7Rwry_jyeuj6M35Ey82tpHkllQPgMtaDKPjnS736/s1600/Screenshot-18.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgycJCikg_aQRDsPYd_XeeA89PbV0ETOV2ifksq7rBkDmA3TO5LAmXsq126g10xIpRecZuFMFdlSUKOBYNKLF-krFnaDZrPuPtjoPXb7Rwry_jyeuj6M35Ey82tpHkllQPgMtaDKPjnS736/s640/Screenshot-18.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;"> ...or when they were finally able to turn in for the day.</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1V1CRQGDcPEVDOjaJFtZjn-ojD_EolQbdr1Gk4OaiwTBdxiCeWWyD3ZFSjBq8Z9QOLEOSZgGJIxUijwCIN9loZnZeHs482m-9jjxEgVJJlmWS9er3xGvH7FAHc8syfxqc2f9cEDcdaFyG/s1600/Screenshot-24.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1V1CRQGDcPEVDOjaJFtZjn-ojD_EolQbdr1Gk4OaiwTBdxiCeWWyD3ZFSjBq8Z9QOLEOSZgGJIxUijwCIN9loZnZeHs482m-9jjxEgVJJlmWS9er3xGvH7FAHc8syfxqc2f9cEDcdaFyG/s640/Screenshot-24.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSda2Q8AYCtPhrrSs2k72IfJW31cyeCm_FF3LRPOhVDvudz2QBe3SdavH7Id8bZChsmWeP6MQ74mORAc2rYAdh2OdLMX3N-yg6ECyx7j6qUsUXm8WHPqQgFbAeFNFiElle2Vdkp6w1S5zZ/s1600/Screenshot-90.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSda2Q8AYCtPhrrSs2k72IfJW31cyeCm_FF3LRPOhVDvudz2QBe3SdavH7Id8bZChsmWeP6MQ74mORAc2rYAdh2OdLMX3N-yg6ECyx7j6qUsUXm8WHPqQgFbAeFNFiElle2Vdkp6w1S5zZ/s640/Screenshot-90.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;">However, despite their lack of sleep they were enjoying every minute of being parent.</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;"><br />
</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSi6cnlD29sYOQPyU2Uzj2jTUhuVL-ICyW0NfIrrIR6eGpDSir1wplMV4hvWbHLghAmVskfcaxTVlMAwddjxGvQAT-WnT9nai3JhZyVMvbscBTQx4gBVPXRKy5xHXnjR67hwmMpuFerLOv/s1600/Screenshot-91.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSi6cnlD29sYOQPyU2Uzj2jTUhuVL-ICyW0NfIrrIR6eGpDSir1wplMV4hvWbHLghAmVskfcaxTVlMAwddjxGvQAT-WnT9nai3JhZyVMvbscBTQx4gBVPXRKy5xHXnjR67hwmMpuFerLOv/s640/Screenshot-91.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeYYgNCAmBGeGp8wAu360kUw1_eZkHdt_dkfttglqoQyyLt5bOBh2wCzAEYmYyHNQO7we-3kSVs2INsPnDLTC9QEChbItGcig7xtfH_k4YN4tanlXcWTPqH_9Abt19WATKr2cF-zd9GHny/s1600/Screenshot-92.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeYYgNCAmBGeGp8wAu360kUw1_eZkHdt_dkfttglqoQyyLt5bOBh2wCzAEYmYyHNQO7we-3kSVs2INsPnDLTC9QEChbItGcig7xtfH_k4YN4tanlXcWTPqH_9Abt19WATKr2cF-zd9GHny/s640/Screenshot-92.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;">Although, Mya did express some concerns about the creep-tastic doll that they received from a mysterious Losto family.</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;"><br />
</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;">"Fuck. Did that thing just move?"</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;"><br />
</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxx8Nud0Skc1fzAT5q3hpuTpAjmlAwLHQiUYLMaNXwwVzq9fpIBL1UU-2t00a0rrJPRnEcrGIqe5fzOrd6TW174HLPRxWFIlkenZsAk3vIyqUw0JRNvvCjWeLVVsMOSFfRrkUt5ZaFgj5G/s1600/Screenshot-94.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxx8Nud0Skc1fzAT5q3hpuTpAjmlAwLHQiUYLMaNXwwVzq9fpIBL1UU-2t00a0rrJPRnEcrGIqe5fzOrd6TW174HLPRxWFIlkenZsAk3vIyqUw0JRNvvCjWeLVVsMOSFfRrkUt5ZaFgj5G/s640/Screenshot-94.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;">"If you move again, I will not hesitate to set you on fire."</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;"><b>----But today marked a special day. </b></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;"><br />
</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkQN2EY7OE_-PyEUGdzt891gpcaQv-H6Vq1R-wWnDOTinKcMBolSevHf8l3CdNqh364MOzNOre9k0rqpJolGqT48lNjEiAn2jxVOyg03dZgGS1mnEtvC-TqJdzdHycmruj3lD3SD_b43YJ/s1600/Screenshot-114.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkQN2EY7OE_-PyEUGdzt891gpcaQv-H6Vq1R-wWnDOTinKcMBolSevHf8l3CdNqh364MOzNOre9k0rqpJolGqT48lNjEiAn2jxVOyg03dZgGS1mnEtvC-TqJdzdHycmruj3lD3SD_b43YJ/s640/Screenshot-114.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;">"Can you believe today is Olive's birthday? She's growing up too fast!" Mya knew she was being a bit dramatic, but time was flying by too quickly.</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;"><br />
</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;">"Mya, she's only going to be a toddler. It's not like she's moving out... just growing. Which she was bound to do anyway. I would be worried if she didn't."</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;"><br />
</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizHtUEfYdfvqPDaTHlArmq3Gy6MBp7NpUdz1zk1aYsOIEhSMJuP1HolAyz_6Juv1H3QqBY5qRKzQ5dSSa4qlkoL5ubFNKuAeijb8pEE3u-R-oysX5A637etta5NK3zEjRd3k2EaatQcPUm/s1600/Screenshot-119.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizHtUEfYdfvqPDaTHlArmq3Gy6MBp7NpUdz1zk1aYsOIEhSMJuP1HolAyz_6Juv1H3QqBY5qRKzQ5dSSa4qlkoL5ubFNKuAeijb8pEE3u-R-oysX5A637etta5NK3zEjRd3k2EaatQcPUm/s640/Screenshot-119.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;">"We <b>have </b>to throw her a party. She may be a baby, but no child of mine is having a birthday without a celebration of the event."</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;"><br />
</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;">"You're right." Rob stated, "I'll make a call after I get dressed for work. Can you handle getting the cake or should I pick it up on my way home?"</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;"><br />
</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;">"I'll get it. Knowing you, you would get her a bachelorette cake and think it was hilarious."</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;"><br />
</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;">"Hey! <b>You're </b>the inappropriate one in this relationship."</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;"><br />
</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;">"Exactly. I should be the one to do it." Mya teased. "I'll take Olive with me. It will be good to get her some sunlight. And, you know, so I can show her off around town."</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;"><br />
</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiT-XXa_mX8Kc2AUKP2MOHeDKdxKrM0dUj8lak7tjGv9kxpn8vhRlFK2k-VcMtdAJpuY0HuYmnJmhcRAD8PFLVqXGwcYJpna3ud8BnnoCBP9IwS0eUYw9nrnG6dIKBKACn8z45x_-3MK1HR/s1600/Screenshot-136.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiT-XXa_mX8Kc2AUKP2MOHeDKdxKrM0dUj8lak7tjGv9kxpn8vhRlFK2k-VcMtdAJpuY0HuYmnJmhcRAD8PFLVqXGwcYJpna3ud8BnnoCBP9IwS0eUYw9nrnG6dIKBKACn8z45x_-3MK1HR/s640/Screenshot-136.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;">Robert was on the phone as soon as he was changed...</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;"><br />
</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiopkShWdEIjxRkdKpnvluD6OFagzDPG1yJ0ci40z1pU0LufMlzi_v-1uhHtsSlqmdBMBHJGBLe0lKpW7bi-qOTZOVX9-jHsfyZXzqJ_3b_rLw8I0hGh5EtJxiZ_BW3t4OEfj8zr9-uJV5R/s1600/Screenshot-139.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiopkShWdEIjxRkdKpnvluD6OFagzDPG1yJ0ci40z1pU0LufMlzi_v-1uhHtsSlqmdBMBHJGBLe0lKpW7bi-qOTZOVX9-jHsfyZXzqJ_3b_rLw8I0hGh5EtJxiZ_BW3t4OEfj8zr9-uJV5R/s640/Screenshot-139.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKyJWexG2itoe2X8E_YrKD7d9q-iFSKsWXl0A5Qh42GfbFR2T8CUy6ntGfE8Pfe9MzUEz_wLuOnAUDwKe5BwuHiS0sCXWCFY9-TixhtHeNjYnkRMB7kXEl9-NcAbay5q8JmapvDVzfawn7/s1600/Screenshot-148.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKyJWexG2itoe2X8E_YrKD7d9q-iFSKsWXl0A5Qh42GfbFR2T8CUy6ntGfE8Pfe9MzUEz_wLuOnAUDwKe5BwuHiS0sCXWCFY9-TixhtHeNjYnkRMB7kXEl9-NcAbay5q8JmapvDVzfawn7/s640/Screenshot-148.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;">...while Mya and Olive made the long-trek to the store.</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;"><br />
</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;"><i>(That's right, they <b>still </b>don't have a car.)</i></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivyv5oyyFayt00okEMC8-d6o9XI2YSRdmpyJGD0ZzmqHlhGxn_q-0vNCb5ORsYPOBMfnTFlkfWrNJ4k2qsOWq-OHtGVwsRvCCzTEuMtMLplfCJIvdjQzKUAhl5G5yxOuAwyPU9Ych7Iw2-/s1600/Screenshot-150.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivyv5oyyFayt00okEMC8-d6o9XI2YSRdmpyJGD0ZzmqHlhGxn_q-0vNCb5ORsYPOBMfnTFlkfWrNJ4k2qsOWq-OHtGVwsRvCCzTEuMtMLplfCJIvdjQzKUAhl5G5yxOuAwyPU9Ych7Iw2-/s640/Screenshot-150.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;"><i> </i>By the time everything was bought and arranged, the party was in full-swing; at least to Mya anyhow.</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;"><br />
</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;">"I'm going to show these 'brook's how us Bridgeporters party!"</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;"><br />
</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;"><b>------3 hours later.</b></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhK83nv8hOZN6ANeqN_nlvbO5Peb2LOwStNJcvkKcR2DVp1PjBnksIirTChKZh0c0U09B0A_gI7fxa64h0sQxB_y9curDUFkT5eJnaSVe4-VXrObq1KP174XItgcLXwf6AnvybmLAy6heCk/s1600/Screenshot-185.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhK83nv8hOZN6ANeqN_nlvbO5Peb2LOwStNJcvkKcR2DVp1PjBnksIirTChKZh0c0U09B0A_gI7fxa64h0sQxB_y9curDUFkT5eJnaSVe4-VXrObq1KP174XItgcLXwf6AnvybmLAy6heCk/s640/Screenshot-185.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div style="color: black;"> <span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"So how do you think the party went?" Mya asked.</span></div><div style="color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">"Uh... interesting, I guess."</div><div style="color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">"You didn't like it?"</div><div style="color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">"Well let's recap, shall we?"</div><div style="color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSzx48OUwkkhuuFYGJQPShocRCkKR22GUkNBd2appuOnbt15_ihohdZ690n0GkuAmvsFsGmLtxwc33YRhARFgBwY7UrFuVD1bWMYbiURIRTWXsXvSGYJGeATVGNj5tRiVcxvOt2P5xnIjt/s1600/Screenshot-157.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSzx48OUwkkhuuFYGJQPShocRCkKR22GUkNBd2appuOnbt15_ihohdZ690n0GkuAmvsFsGmLtxwc33YRhARFgBwY7UrFuVD1bWMYbiURIRTWXsXvSGYJGeATVGNj5tRiVcxvOt2P5xnIjt/s640/Screenshot-157.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div style="color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"...Juliet Gray showed up in a hospital gown... that afforded many unwanted butt-shots."</span></span></div><div style="color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"Oh you liked it." Mya teased.</span></span></div><div style="color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> </span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgA8Owk9dv1zBMmQj0wHZaT0MyjYGlC022oXD8qDJCSNyH6zbOYlq3cIwz53DFIrusN7IlBlHcrtiJALKU819Yl_NR9Ez3H-Xmsqdx4HmL07aM_vxDFPPnTp9sSF8308frY0nvEM7FEggEO/s640/Screenshot-152.jpg" width="640" /></div><div style="color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> "Blaise Kindle ate dirt off of our floor... again." Robert continued.</span></span></div><div style="color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"Ugh... glad I didn't see that."</span></span></div><div style="color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> </span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbqj8PuV5rQtnfnam20AAuB8_tCWiesMEC-94DO0fqdPUXE9trypMwUJtUVZAWl2fXmWu8n1XWCP2gs07Az8rHp64yQ9BX1NUCVM06mEiy05QNtl6WzJC_V_YpGH1jnZn4XRlZskbkvt6r/s1600/Screenshot-161.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbqj8PuV5rQtnfnam20AAuB8_tCWiesMEC-94DO0fqdPUXE9trypMwUJtUVZAWl2fXmWu8n1XWCP2gs07Az8rHp64yQ9BX1NUCVM06mEiy05QNtl6WzJC_V_YpGH1jnZn4XRlZskbkvt6r/s640/Screenshot-161.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div style="color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> "And Jeannette Finley danced on our counter while Olive blew out her candles."</span></span></div><div style="color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"Yep," Mya interjected. "A rip-roaring success, I say!"</span></span><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> </span></span></div><div style="color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"Well... at least Olive most likely won't remember."</span></span></div><div style="color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5notYNSkZPnTklkwygCk_RaC-_RIYN6G_HPCXz4dXXG_dAihfAhWp8VU96qIIwLwV_NfQohdCnJFhB0M7OHdOztggw6VlSXKBNnidS8gkKiizHK6ZITjUoGHsvQObTyODXphR2nNRhoED/s1600/Screenshot-186.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5notYNSkZPnTklkwygCk_RaC-_RIYN6G_HPCXz4dXXG_dAihfAhWp8VU96qIIwLwV_NfQohdCnJFhB0M7OHdOztggw6VlSXKBNnidS8gkKiizHK6ZITjUoGHsvQObTyODXphR2nNRhoED/s640/Screenshot-186.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div style="color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> </span></span>"...But we will." Mya stated as she snuggled up to Robert.</div><div style="color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">"Mmm... I'll remember tonight quite clearly."</div><div style="color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlRxAAJ9F0LQ03QsEf_TlUoP8OkzuYf3Zzd4fj_XMV96LIeZkxQiZJkMV_ujUeN6J_qwe7OWGdtf0-nDQiI4yT233lUcBazxQoBOBBHqbux86EYQJZOnLZCtn8XRjFc2qBkSPEbj3VDjaU/s1600/Screenshot-187.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlRxAAJ9F0LQ03QsEf_TlUoP8OkzuYf3Zzd4fj_XMV96LIeZkxQiZJkMV_ujUeN6J_qwe7OWGdtf0-nDQiI4yT233lUcBazxQoBOBBHqbux86EYQJZOnLZCtn8XRjFc2qBkSPEbj3VDjaU/s640/Screenshot-187.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div style="color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">"You certainly will once I ask you what I've been meaning to ask you all day, Mr. Dennis."</div><div style="color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">"Why am I scared? Should I be scared?"</div><div style="color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">"...What are your thoughts on adoption?"</div><div style="color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">"You want to put Olive up already? We haven't even hit the teenage hell that is to be this household in thirteen years."</div><div style="color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Mya smirked. "I mean, adding another member to our family?"</div><div style="color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
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</div><div><span style="color: #073763; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">--------------------------------------------------- </span></div><div><div><span style="color: #073763; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b></b>Well... it looks like the Dennis family will be fulfilling their "mixed couple" roll earlier than I anticipated. </span></div></div><div><span style="color: #073763; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
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<span style="color: #073763; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">And yes, Mya still has questionable expletives... even in front of her child. But hey, she's a baby... she won't remember, right?<br />
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<span style="color: #073763; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">And Blaise returns! Not in a very consequential manner, but hey, a return is a return nonetheless. She totally did the dirt-eating autonomously again, so I didn't have to plan that element out. Goodness I love Blaise!</span><br />
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<span style="color: #073763; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I also caved and used my Joker to re-roll the number of children for GEN 2 (I didn't want a billion cousins running around only a couple of generations in) and rolled two children. MUCH BETTER. </span><br />
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<span style="color: #073763; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Here is a picture of Olive (since I *totally* spaced and forgot to get a picture of her aging up):</span><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0SeUoWbekY0EkidwK6UBgZO1e1BKkXd3OgSm9HfyUnyY9b0pmy484l3bDRbb0qnlSgBoATuRWSggQy4ISmi1aNnWxhVFzrCa3UzkPIj5gkQLpkGZVgfehP8lAwOOn1D-85jEcMEYhR8DG/s1600/Screenshot-181.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0SeUoWbekY0EkidwK6UBgZO1e1BKkXd3OgSm9HfyUnyY9b0pmy484l3bDRbb0qnlSgBoATuRWSggQy4ISmi1aNnWxhVFzrCa3UzkPIj5gkQLpkGZVgfehP8lAwOOn1D-85jEcMEYhR8DG/s640/Screenshot-181.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><span style="color: #073763; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> She turned out well, I think. So far she has her mother's eyes and her father's hair... not too sure about the rest. I was really worried there for a bit considering Mya and Robert's features, so *hopefully* she ages gracefully... or else I will be disappoint. </span><br />
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<span style="color: #073763; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Anyway, chapter six a-ho!</span></div><div style="color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"></span></span></div>GigaRevivalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16416368229832346047noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8797177559716728209.post-85093164616340427112011-07-31T17:16:00.000-07:002012-01-12T01:58:16.783-08:001.4--Robert's Dream House/Olive<div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: purple; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9ZIVAAyB586v-gh7BKLtXb-M8GSilXMHXBH2vpVIEmueN1IuexeJ2c1pYWsC98pG8uea71q_SttV3IJJivlc6boFqS7ZS2vs_NNTCama4IgNwOtbPJrYZo8dP2ogQq7qyCuKcCfZ70a_I/s1600/Dream+House.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9ZIVAAyB586v-gh7BKLtXb-M8GSilXMHXBH2vpVIEmueN1IuexeJ2c1pYWsC98pG8uea71q_SttV3IJJivlc6boFqS7ZS2vs_NNTCama4IgNwOtbPJrYZo8dP2ogQq7qyCuKcCfZ70a_I/s640/Dream+House.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: purple; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOMEoY5ZDmyBzpXpvERcXrSTAsuLVd556UMH8D5splGQEVdd3FL1EDPuGcXD2cO6XY2tjFbKl2nHN16ngM8qh_Xqpu26B98-P2foiwSLfk0Benj69q6jfZhMnI1Xy2R8hWnFEMY5FCx-SI/s1600/Robert+and+Mya+%252824%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOMEoY5ZDmyBzpXpvERcXrSTAsuLVd556UMH8D5splGQEVdd3FL1EDPuGcXD2cO6XY2tjFbKl2nHN16ngM8qh_Xqpu26B98-P2foiwSLfk0Benj69q6jfZhMnI1Xy2R8hWnFEMY5FCx-SI/s640/Robert+and+Mya+%252824%2529.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div style="color: purple; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: normal;">"See, this is it! <b>This </b>is our future house." Robert's excitement was at an all-time high and Mya knew what it meant... Robert was making impossible long-term goals again.</span></span></span></div><div style="color: purple; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><br />
</div><div style="color: purple; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: normal;">"Rob, this house looks... expensive."</span></span></span></div><div style="color: purple; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: normal;"> </span></span></span></div><div style="color: purple; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: normal;">"And beautiful!"</span></span></span></div><div style="color: purple; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: purple; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; text-align: center;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWXWwUk01sUjIWPwx6RpgSK5dnD2OKYrLfz53S-uNESAHnEyMzSsCQnpETDsJwtxudt8ABzgE5oWCjuAZJtTPBB3odICrUcGfob3n2MHabJkLCuNc7y2M7xyumxTtFaMIRxtXtQmsahHhU/s640/Robert+and+Mya+%252825%2529.jpg" width="640" /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: purple; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;">"Well..." Mya began, "if we sell everything we own, including your beloved computer, then we <b>might </b>be able to afford the shrubbery out front."</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: purple; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: purple; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;">"This is not the time for jokes Mya. This house will be ours. I did the math and if we save up and never go out, ever, we will be able to afford this place in a decade or so."</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: purple; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: purple; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;">"A decade is a long time. We might find another suitable place before then."</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: purple; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: purple; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaQrdIF6q083oQHslfO8CIdumJiW_1AYAUoViY-GKlzI0rzEz-9p79fryMS5XlnP50tMsjBbaGa0bzH3C2NIyV2AtWbiA7I3K1uaJpFnZ18f0sfqLUrhjX5_79OucH7Pn_RwQfH_3d6mRd/s1600/Robert+and+Mya+%252827%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaQrdIF6q083oQHslfO8CIdumJiW_1AYAUoViY-GKlzI0rzEz-9p79fryMS5XlnP50tMsjBbaGa0bzH3C2NIyV2AtWbiA7I3K1uaJpFnZ18f0sfqLUrhjX5_79OucH7Pn_RwQfH_3d6mRd/s640/Robert+and+Mya+%252827%2529.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: purple; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;"> "You'll change your tune once you see the backyard!" </span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: purple; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: purple; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFnIIn9GAYBJTpPOjT9Q8nGDubV85Ua6nU1tbm2kWOV-ieVDytUUUxSXDiesJrDIz6QUQ3q3zlNEPZ4slCR4ibvtgvVX6jajMNgd2V_51WdvYIquQCx0kL0mfA9QjN48lr6KQt9FiNLz0e/s1600/Robert+and+Mya+%252829%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFnIIn9GAYBJTpPOjT9Q8nGDubV85Ua6nU1tbm2kWOV-ieVDytUUUxSXDiesJrDIz6QUQ3q3zlNEPZ4slCR4ibvtgvVX6jajMNgd2V_51WdvYIquQCx0kL0mfA9QjN48lr6KQt9FiNLz0e/s640/Robert+and+Mya+%252829%2529.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: purple; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggwFl6jWQ-0ju3zZ90MAAqT3T2uB292Hmxh1c7yESbkjRtvcef7JfMk6IIsW-VrHP011WX-tyo5zXg2_Bxf8_7zpusW6o5kLsMtpVCCacQwRvX3nlrXpyV8QRyyNIX2eP-yA4fMEQwJBIv/s1600/Robert+and+Mya+%252830%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggwFl6jWQ-0ju3zZ90MAAqT3T2uB292Hmxh1c7yESbkjRtvcef7JfMk6IIsW-VrHP011WX-tyo5zXg2_Bxf8_7zpusW6o5kLsMtpVCCacQwRvX3nlrXpyV8QRyyNIX2eP-yA4fMEQwJBIv/s640/Robert+and+Mya+%252830%2529.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: purple; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;">"Rob, all I see is the corner of a pool and a small grill."</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: purple; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: purple; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;">"<b>Our </b>pool and <b>our </b>small grill." Robert corrected her. "Mya, I just really want a house where we don't have to play human tetris in order to navigate through the hallway... plus, this will be a house our children would be proud of and hopefully inherit someday."</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: purple; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: purple; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSAHRxt4NtgE3irbZUMxITPgZXdH9CbvzI9S79nk2YgqWtRxA213mMQx90m1RhlsUm-XQrcREZfla7P8Cr57zuffeAvF89fBSKW6zCOVMjjSJu08Gb7ChToXBWjfSEJDaMB2O6c8k7p3PW/s1600/Robert+and+Mya+%252831%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSAHRxt4NtgE3irbZUMxITPgZXdH9CbvzI9S79nk2YgqWtRxA213mMQx90m1RhlsUm-XQrcREZfla7P8Cr57zuffeAvF89fBSKW6zCOVMjjSJu08Gb7ChToXBWjfSEJDaMB2O6c8k7p3PW/s640/Robert+and+Mya+%252831%2529.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: purple; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;">Mya smiled. Even when Robert was at his most impossible, he was adorable. "All right..." she sighed, "you've convinced me. Let's do it. Let's save up for our new 'humble' abode."</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: purple; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: purple; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;">Robert was ecstatic. "You mean it? You like this house enough for us to make a few financial sacrifices?"</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: purple; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;"><br />
</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: purple; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;">"As long as those sacrifices don't entail us <b>not</b> buying a new washer and toilet then yes, I'm in."</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: purple; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: purple; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; text-align: center;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVgYMDjyc_eWwWb193am89-NbMCCNGUkl1UiRQz7N_dhjh_Ubbp_36q-LwwXZOhPqR1kpxEjE5fctfRkizaWxYXZfnHj8AzirB2ca9RFmPgn4_P4JzDOlBb6j7BBT8uyF-xaH3JDaksuDb/s640/Robert+and+Mya+%252832%2529.jpg" width="640" /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: purple; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;">"Besides..." Mya added, "think of all the fun we could have in that pool."</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: purple; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;"><br />
</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: purple; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;">"Yeah... we can totally do some canon balls in that shit!" Robert laughed, turning Mya's lecherous suggestion against her. "Well... I have to get to work. Are you sure you're going to be okay walking home?"</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: purple; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: purple; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;">"It's just down the street, babe. Plus, I <b>need </b>to get out of that house for a bit and get some fresh air... or whatever it is you do outside."</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: purple; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: purple; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;">Robert laughed. "I love you Mya and I'll see you later when I get home."</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: purple; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: purple; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;">"Not if I don't explode with our child first!" Mya teased.</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: purple; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;"><br />
</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: purple; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;">"Please don't do that. Exploding sounds... unpleasant."</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: purple; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;"><br />
</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: purple; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;">"I love you too Robert. Now go to work! You're turning me into one of those nagging wives!"</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: purple; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;"><br />
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</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: blue; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; text-align: left;"><b>TIME SKIP!</b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: purple; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: purple; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwenyTcdbi3mAavCfm_NUBtJfgM74pSFkvougJ37j1EcnM8kCPZnIL2Bx_WrrYfd2T1ta3EkIJ8SQt0gKOZuuGt-tPWj-30vffJoulSMDs76-92JwAsREmcg1oqxv-u5SXlsFt2vH7tqhO/s1600/Screenshot-17.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwenyTcdbi3mAavCfm_NUBtJfgM74pSFkvougJ37j1EcnM8kCPZnIL2Bx_WrrYfd2T1ta3EkIJ8SQt0gKOZuuGt-tPWj-30vffJoulSMDs76-92JwAsREmcg1oqxv-u5SXlsFt2vH7tqhO/s640/Screenshot-17.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: purple; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiP9J2ylEk14rnoFKu7LF7FUbTo51_7GBk__CfIL2mGLB33ZLGBUun6Ijfz0ojC3heJ1gO8YxDGAz0Ex5UUeUcbUD5Vkb1I6lzouj1l6Ltfa-MMZMeNBUByJjDmAyKe5MwwZqMD2P8XcZbw/s1600/Screenshot-18.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiP9J2ylEk14rnoFKu7LF7FUbTo51_7GBk__CfIL2mGLB33ZLGBUun6Ijfz0ojC3heJ1gO8YxDGAz0Ex5UUeUcbUD5Vkb1I6lzouj1l6Ltfa-MMZMeNBUByJjDmAyKe5MwwZqMD2P8XcZbw/s640/Screenshot-18.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: purple; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;">A few hours after returning home (and about five minutes after inviting Blaise to the house) and Mya kept her word to Robert. She felt like she was exploding with their first child.</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: purple; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: purple; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;">"That's it! NO.MORE!"</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: purple; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;"><i>(oh she wishes. *evil laugh*)</i></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: purple; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: purple; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;">"You get your butt to the hospital," said Blaise. "I'll call Robert."</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: purple; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: purple; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;">Mya didn't have time (nor care at the moment) to ask exactly how Blaise knew her husbands number.</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: purple; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;"><br />
</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: purple; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;">"I owe you one, Blaise! Dear shit-marbles... If Robert ever touches me again He.Is.Dead."</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: purple; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;"><br />
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</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: purple; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: blue;">-----------One excruciating birth later...------------</span></span></span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: purple; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: purple; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiAfiaHBz9fEciyxZ9Dafbj3OsQrbULjECpw43j4in2BJgIOuukVXaCJP8c7ZHl4MW-8U471cK3WcKanhUKgC-xefcuMBdmPBSiGB8PdBHsCjAcPvA0oW20E_zWkq2B3__vSGze10jjObx/s1600/Screenshot-23.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiAfiaHBz9fEciyxZ9Dafbj3OsQrbULjECpw43j4in2BJgIOuukVXaCJP8c7ZHl4MW-8U471cK3WcKanhUKgC-xefcuMBdmPBSiGB8PdBHsCjAcPvA0oW20E_zWkq2B3__vSGze10jjObx/s640/Screenshot-23.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div style="color: purple; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"> <span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;">...And Mya emerged with the new addition to the Dennis clan, Olive.</span></span></div><div style="color: purple; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: purple; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;">"Yes we are. Our little Dennis spawn sure is cute."</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: purple; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: purple; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;">"Cute? <b>Cute</b>?! She's friggin' adorable. Although, I am biologically obligated to say so."</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: purple; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: purple; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;">"Deal."</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: purple; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: purple; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;">"We sure do." </span></span></div><div style="color: purple; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><br />
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<span style="color: #073763; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: small;">And we introduce baby Olive into the world! Her traits (so far) are Genius and Excitable. Since I decided to postpone going to the hospital in order to get some good pictures (sorry Mya!), I didn't get to pick Olive's first trait. But I can live with another Genius. </span><br />
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<span style="color: #073763; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: small;">The house is by Parsimonious in case anyone is wondering, and you can get it from here: <a href="http://parsimonious.org/houses3/pages/home_small/is_modern_night_life.shtml">Modern Night Life</a></span></div><div><span style="color: #073763; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span></div><div><span style="color: #073763; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: small;">I fell in love with the house right away and decided to make it Robert and Mya's "Change of Scenery" as soon as they can afford it. It literally screams Dennis (plus I *might* have entered it as a no-visitor lot to make sure it didn't "scream" any NPC names... hooray for anthropomorphism!). But, if it isn't obvious from the get-go, they won't be getting that house for a while.</span></div><div><span style="color: #073763; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span></div><div><span style="color: #073763; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: small;">I'm in the beginning stages of adding some new lots to Twinbrook to make it more lively (some bars in particular), so you might see some changes as the story goes on. Although, as stated before, Robert and Mya don't get out too much right now so maybe the changes will be more seamless than I anticipated.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #073763; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: small;">Aaand... pic spam of Robert and a very-preggo Mya.</span><br />
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</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"Nonsense... Oh! I think I heard something!"</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"Probably me digesting breakfast, you goon. Don't you have work today?"</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Robert sighed. "Can't I just stay home with my beautiful pregnant wife..."</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"I'm immune to your charm Mr. Dennis."</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"If you were immune to my charm, you wouldn't be pregnant right now."</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Mya slapped him playfully on the shoulder. "Go get ready!"</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkqLT2rqGMAqmDpboBP2oZsvoqHVPw4bgMnOX_BDarDjkQzFtXlaQ22p18jtiM-zfKCSJGS8MmFxZBSNnBZ-U4-rk81Qpg0OUL9lF9aWSPtvmWz9CyYdJ-evrYf9ypTPonLD_m48TP05Zp/s1600/Robert+and+Mya+%252821%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkqLT2rqGMAqmDpboBP2oZsvoqHVPw4bgMnOX_BDarDjkQzFtXlaQ22p18jtiM-zfKCSJGS8MmFxZBSNnBZ-U4-rk81Qpg0OUL9lF9aWSPtvmWz9CyYdJ-evrYf9ypTPonLD_m48TP05Zp/s640/Robert+and+Mya+%252821%2529.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">When Robert returned, he could tell his wife was anxious. Ever since she started showing, Mya had been acting... vacant; almost as if she was lost in a fearful thought that she was too apprehensive to share with him. He knew what this was about, her own experience with her mother, but he didn't want to bring it up himself. When she was ready to talk, she would.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"You'll be all right, babe? While I'm at work?" </span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"I'll be fine. I'll just... do some things around the house. You know, society's idea of 'wife duties'" Mya smiled, knowing full-well that Robert was concerned.</span></span><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> </span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"Ha... right. Well call if you need <b>anything.</b>" Robert offered. She may not want to talk about it now, but she will at least know that he will be there for her when she is ready.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"I love you Rob. The award for best husband is undoubtedly meant for you."</span></span><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> </span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"I do what I can. And I love you too."</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Once Mya was alone, she had time to let her thoughts take control. She knew this would happen someday, that she and Rob would decide to have children of their own... and she would be plagued by the memory of her mother, or the hazy memories she still had.</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipcJQIyRQv2xqlzl7wgT4YwKXeDWxXVx7GhgFRHz5t3-IotKg9UrZrfuLZky62R7HY9kF5Y04yu0h33KRo2MZx0Mqh5D9a6zIetSz2iD6Rlo7qfyrrVmj2ORhZBu5hM-JeiL87fqtGZ3RR/s1600/Mya+and+Mother-Memories+%25282%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipcJQIyRQv2xqlzl7wgT4YwKXeDWxXVx7GhgFRHz5t3-IotKg9UrZrfuLZky62R7HY9kF5Y04yu0h33KRo2MZx0Mqh5D9a6zIetSz2iD6Rlo7qfyrrVmj2ORhZBu5hM-JeiL87fqtGZ3RR/s640/Mya+and+Mother-Memories+%25282%2529.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Her clearest recollection was the day her mother disappeared.</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">For her sixth birthday, she was given a used bike. She had decided to learn to ride it by herself one morning before her mother went to her job as a waitress. Not fully paying attention, Mya had fallen in the front yard and skinned her knee. Her mother had taken time out of her busy morning schedule to bandage her knee, telling her soothingly "all wounds heal Mya. Remember that." She kissed Mya goodbye... and that was the last time her daughter ever saw her.</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">They were having severe financial trouble at the time, and because her mother could neither land a stable job with her lack of education nor rely on Mya's father, they were forced to live with some family friends just outside Bridgeport. When word spread that her mother was most likely dead (and having no relatives that could take care of her), Mya became a ward of the state... living in an orphanage until she was 18.</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglubgM4MJES3V8bg1A3Vd0wYLcyh5x13T80bVyX780jscLhciwgOM4tnnEF0ozMl7Mg8cvcdIKqWyUbKwYIPt3e5WMH5uGpLzBjf6VKdHgsw70r3i3ciMFeXlHTwxKWz0Q2x2hoXJEJJRJ/s1600/Screenshot-16.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglubgM4MJES3V8bg1A3Vd0wYLcyh5x13T80bVyX780jscLhciwgOM4tnnEF0ozMl7Mg8cvcdIKqWyUbKwYIPt3e5WMH5uGpLzBjf6VKdHgsw70r3i3ciMFeXlHTwxKWz0Q2x2hoXJEJJRJ/s640/Screenshot-16.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">That's the thought that scared her the most; that something horrible would happen to her and her children would only have hazy memories of what she looked like. Only have faint remembrances of embraces, flowery perfume, soft hands bandaging their wounds...</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDN2V_5eN9VvJKnbZXsWYkLKg49lHhX5BM-OeWl9WC4A55GjrZYd1FySzwmM7ngyfrf_E9F2e_RC1RmmJPEEysDBj__lXSk05lRPOUo0q6V6ydMw_kuaZMxiL9_BFWj8qrdrBTGAnmqMS3/s640/Screenshot-15.jpg" width="640" /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">And as she watched her belly grow, the fear became stronger. She obviously never blamed her mother for her demise, but she was angry it had to happen to her family... to her mother.</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"How come <b>this </b>wound won't heal, mother?" thought Mya aloud as she rubbed her belly. But she knew the answer, it was because she couldn't let it go. She couldn't move on.</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Standing there, feeling her child inside her, snapped her out of it. She <b>had </b>to move on, for the sake of her child. The longer she let this wound fester, the more detrimental it would become.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Mya was finally ready to let the healing process begin.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: left;"><br />
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</span></span></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj79puvnAmIwR2e_iepsevTpd65ZN5ItiabnL1zOSAVPo5Bx9acsImMLqOYFNkwCDL3V2HPHmwYsSOOdVIgeIIoTk4uDad6FHgltQ_VdTYQLPFhPqDEPsEI3LWbRaBPRp6UvIksS_mqQkKy/s1600/Robert+and+Mya+%252815%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj79puvnAmIwR2e_iepsevTpd65ZN5ItiabnL1zOSAVPo5Bx9acsImMLqOYFNkwCDL3V2HPHmwYsSOOdVIgeIIoTk4uDad6FHgltQ_VdTYQLPFhPqDEPsEI3LWbRaBPRp6UvIksS_mqQkKy/s640/Robert+and+Mya+%252815%2529.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">When Robert returned home from work, he found dinner ready and a somewhat jovial Mya eating at the dinner table.</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"I take it your so-called 'wife duties' went well?"</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"They went splendidly. I managed to break our washer... again." Mya teased. "Listen, I want to apologize for acting so... off lately. It's just, having a child has made me... face my past in ways I wasn't exactly expecting."</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"Never apologize for that Mya. You had a rough past... just next time, <b>please</b> talk to me about it."</span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"I promise."</span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6v3fxtwe20up7Yp197V0x2STYeE4o4Dl0SvZGMyVPCY6VZzVk2h81ZW26cwHPEdCgQ6_BEgsWSjFFbChddAld0AtR97iH-EmVUNkm4ScilAXYSxG-4-2V5iElC81n4PcjaU7q0SRD2XaK/s1600/Robert+and+Mya+%252813%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6v3fxtwe20up7Yp197V0x2STYeE4o4Dl0SvZGMyVPCY6VZzVk2h81ZW26cwHPEdCgQ6_BEgsWSjFFbChddAld0AtR97iH-EmVUNkm4ScilAXYSxG-4-2V5iElC81n4PcjaU7q0SRD2XaK/s640/Robert+and+Mya+%252813%2529.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: left;">Laying together later that night, Robert could feel the kicking of his child and knew that he or she was coming soon.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: left;">"I just hope we're ready for you." Rob smiled, "who am I kidding? We'll never be able to handle our little monster." </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">And with that, one Dennis fell asleep knowing that her mother's memory could finally be put to rest to make room for the future... while the second Dennis fell asleep dreaming of a daughter.</span> </span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
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<span style="color: #073763; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: small;">I wasn't expecting this chapter to be so Mya-centric (in fact I had a nice little background set up for Robert), but since *SPOILER ALERT* they end up having a daughter, I thought Mya's past was a bit more poignant. Plus, Robert just has a boring run-of-the-mill childhood, happy family and all. :)</span><br />
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<span style="color: #073763; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: small;">In case anyone is wondering, Robert is officially at level four of his career (Caper Crusader I think is the name of it) and Mya is at level eight with her logic (still at level two [Teacher's Aide] since she obviously can't go to work right now). I wanted to focus more on the story than the gameplay aspects (leveling and such)... but we'll see how long that will last once my well of creativity begins to run dry. </span><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #073763; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: small;">Also, I'm in love with the coward trait.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #073763; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: small;">You get some epic faces, like this:</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDyX3ysTs-_9l9aRonmRz3CibHMtVB0nRetk1Gt6cLHPPmonnQpP6YRfy_0XdKe6lWIlU28uIOwtWvYSu0NLBtW3jm4oERobv6tXwPmMh0bEkizMfEP-8v5D3zGZf9GwwxnGjDDblpf8Ow/s1600/Mya-First+Child+%25285%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDyX3ysTs-_9l9aRonmRz3CibHMtVB0nRetk1Gt6cLHPPmonnQpP6YRfy_0XdKe6lWIlU28uIOwtWvYSu0NLBtW3jm4oERobv6tXwPmMh0bEkizMfEP-8v5D3zGZf9GwwxnGjDDblpf8Ow/s400/Mya-First+Child+%25285%2529.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: purple;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #073763; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">And this:</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWQbIQIbCfFdHep3DBI5UAexIpyToq9gxy7K4k8-kVA1T4uF8HTi1g7d-rAL7RH3C33q1bBbxXnlrjv9dwLgdnM-vX7v09NjNEyvXB3YvUlO_mkjQfZb9NfwRyBymqHewDuyaXa6qy91IT/s1600/Mya+Dennis+%25281%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWQbIQIbCfFdHep3DBI5UAexIpyToq9gxy7K4k8-kVA1T4uF8HTi1g7d-rAL7RH3C33q1bBbxXnlrjv9dwLgdnM-vX7v09NjNEyvXB3YvUlO_mkjQfZb9NfwRyBymqHewDuyaXa6qy91IT/s400/Mya+Dennis+%25281%2529.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #073763; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> Oh Mya... why you so scared of everything?!</span></div>GigaRevivalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16416368229832346047noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8797177559716728209.post-64168789450649582192011-07-30T07:22:00.000-07:002012-01-12T02:42:11.540-08:001.2--Settling Into a Routine<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: red; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><br />
</b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisL09GcRDC3ogU8txxbRy9tIbEV6hgFU6IDvgBZQ37qXQzhoSTe_OjspxwBq0wATsoIpXRvXTgXLrM3odcdtGzCHksT4C1NTNpfcKr9s2c1pLyRLoFrZVCKyRqEueznILnTSY3ACi78hpK/s1600/Screenshot-34+%25282%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisL09GcRDC3ogU8txxbRy9tIbEV6hgFU6IDvgBZQ37qXQzhoSTe_OjspxwBq0wATsoIpXRvXTgXLrM3odcdtGzCHksT4C1NTNpfcKr9s2c1pLyRLoFrZVCKyRqEueznILnTSY3ACi78hpK/s640/Screenshot-34+%25282%2529.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">A couple of weeks into their new town, and the Dennis's had settled into a routine. Everything was great and even though they were almost penniless (a mere 500 dollars in their bank account), they were getting by.</span></div><div style="color: black;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4B-wKB6_eAKtifWzsHWNX4G_HUI5Xqg98w6rhZzrLXnSD4NcDO65jY_kF420DzmM3Z1pht60oHqXSkZFIDBAA0mpsXlPi65l270174sSsTR4zSfzVpc-TG6lDP_cy2oQ5LPsP0pHQHrgl/s1600/Screenshot-28.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4B-wKB6_eAKtifWzsHWNX4G_HUI5Xqg98w6rhZzrLXnSD4NcDO65jY_kF420DzmM3Z1pht60oHqXSkZFIDBAA0mpsXlPi65l270174sSsTR4zSfzVpc-TG6lDP_cy2oQ5LPsP0pHQHrgl/s640/Screenshot-28.jpg" width="640" /></a></div> <span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Robert got a job as a Private Investigator, which allowed him to make his own hours...</span><span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> </span><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixLgq_auUrYyApkcgBlve-KYACWey2d60ZQ-rvnmzpj3oJ2suPdHWCUH507VU2hW-3jtVW3DErlnm50OMxikG30PnhMbECZ6Q1K0lUy3UcAMBqoTW0QHybO8f470S_6EUQl-KP1_dxFqPi/s1600/Screenshot-9.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixLgq_auUrYyApkcgBlve-KYACWey2d60ZQ-rvnmzpj3oJ2suPdHWCUH507VU2hW-3jtVW3DErlnm50OMxikG30PnhMbECZ6Q1K0lUy3UcAMBqoTW0QHybO8f470S_6EUQl-KP1_dxFqPi/s640/Screenshot-9.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">... and Mya got a job with the local school. Mya was convinced at this point that it was some kind of Twinbrook quirk to eat dirt, as most of the children she encountered seemed to have a knack for it.</span></div><div style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="color: black;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">"Maybe I should introduce Blaise to the kids," Mya thought, "they sure have a lot in common." </span></div><div style="color: black;"></div><br />
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</span></div><div style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">"Well, well. If it isn't my Inspector Gadget of a husband." Mya teased. </span></div><div style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">"And if it isn't my Bill Cosby sweater-wearing wife." Robert joked. </span></div><div style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">"Hey! This sweater is sexy. I left some salad for you on the counter. How was work by the way? Solve any daring mysteries?"</span></div><div style="color: black;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3mUjRe8-_mpG7Jmo3gczylt_pKxsqmTPQGMyNdk0n8NWbN_WBp1f75bAKuQGrWqiWeVRbb3aX9ShsCtaK65TadG53m52e1gFOdn5TeKM_XaMYfNHmt0EZTYFJOFmFjd-XSgXwsTvNA2rv/s1600/Screenshot-17+%25282%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3mUjRe8-_mpG7Jmo3gczylt_pKxsqmTPQGMyNdk0n8NWbN_WBp1f75bAKuQGrWqiWeVRbb3aX9ShsCtaK65TadG53m52e1gFOdn5TeKM_XaMYfNHmt0EZTYFJOFmFjd-XSgXwsTvNA2rv/s640/Screenshot-17+%25282%2529.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Robert couldn't help, but laugh. The most "daring" case he had yet involved mail theft, dumpster diving, and a failed attempt at a break-in just to find someone that was breaking into the library database.</span></div><div style="color: black;"><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGEI8YUlC2jr6djzEz1CRL4XtHsFLTUcZmCDTCafmODXKkqj9UDIrnLgVg5XD4FeewvLtyPJyDzVLFCG4xw2jadgiOrw4djUkPHS-dk-w0eXfJ0Bd-1SkoYB6BOA9eZXpY8g94llVIW65z/s1600/Screenshot-8+%25282%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGEI8YUlC2jr6djzEz1CRL4XtHsFLTUcZmCDTCafmODXKkqj9UDIrnLgVg5XD4FeewvLtyPJyDzVLFCG4xw2jadgiOrw4djUkPHS-dk-w0eXfJ0Bd-1SkoYB6BOA9eZXpY8g94llVIW65z/s640/Screenshot-8+%25282%2529.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">"Nothing too exciting, babe." Robert stated simply. "Silver Racket was convinced that one of her former employees was hacking into the library's system... so I did some... uh, digging and found out he was guilty. Case closed."</span></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSMd6etsH6ymc7c16gHRhufPGc2lGC8TW4rLJpzh8Ozev1jBkj3xaReKDlRCQNqRvc_yjfNL1tSUMyDEjJ-dTbMS2u2SaPfsYnhhoZ5ZXNz5rVdEBVtyKjNxl9mljVJTtAdIGrkRnSDm3_/s1600/Screenshot-9+%25282%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSMd6etsH6ymc7c16gHRhufPGc2lGC8TW4rLJpzh8Ozev1jBkj3xaReKDlRCQNqRvc_yjfNL1tSUMyDEjJ-dTbMS2u2SaPfsYnhhoZ5ZXNz5rVdEBVtyKjNxl9mljVJTtAdIGrkRnSDm3_/s640/Screenshot-9+%25282%2529.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div style="color: black;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">"Well aren't I proud of my successful husband. Did I ever tell you I love a man in uniform? Or in your case, trench coat."</span></div><div style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="color: black;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">"I know a way you can prove that to me" Robert stated, motioning toward the bathroom.</span></div><div style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="color: black;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">"I thought we were too good for the bathroom now that we have a house..." Mya was always such a tease.</span></div><div style="color: black;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="color: black;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">"We're never too good for the bathroom." said Robert, not missing a beat.</span></div><div style="color: black;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="color: black;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">"Lead on prince charming."</span></div><div style="color: black;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #0c343d; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>Naughty Time Blur-age</b></span></div><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">"Certainly not the </span><b style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">worst </b><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">fetish to have." Robert could undoubtedly imagine stranger fixations.</span></div><span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
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<span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Mya laughed. "Let's go to bed Casanova."</span><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #0c343d; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>Fast forward a couple of days and Mya knew something wasn't right.</b></span></div><br />
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<div style="text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnKJxmILwOiS7bSmlgbsoUFyAJcrhfNTAOvYLmsZbaE5W6HYhen1WaHIfyuhQGDT576VHWdb5QHPsNA2NAGkH4UG0XZge0kjbnazSpnTJAUXRUM92GqbtAS0K-acHEdXI4eCAhekg-1WWk/s1600/Mya+Dennis+%25281%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnKJxmILwOiS7bSmlgbsoUFyAJcrhfNTAOvYLmsZbaE5W6HYhen1WaHIfyuhQGDT576VHWdb5QHPsNA2NAGkH4UG0XZge0kjbnazSpnTJAUXRUM92GqbtAS0K-acHEdXI4eCAhekg-1WWk/s640/Mya+Dennis+%25281%2529.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">"Shit... how are we going to afford a child?"</span></div></div><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">It wasn't long before Robert noticed her absence and joined his wife on the porch. "Babe, are you okay?"</span></span><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSvwbkLoysmbTLo-WdFspOTUh9jg9t8bd8htlYogc-BQRpW1fRiwCq1pum8BKVEmB_9FwpRg6K-PIs3IFyvoMY-LCSyBZIDCYcmhMlS0tdZGsZk9LYeZZpI9bTsM6OTK7x_ZmtlC-K4pVj/s1600/Screenshot-64.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSvwbkLoysmbTLo-WdFspOTUh9jg9t8bd8htlYogc-BQRpW1fRiwCq1pum8BKVEmB_9FwpRg6K-PIs3IFyvoMY-LCSyBZIDCYcmhMlS0tdZGsZk9LYeZZpI9bTsM6OTK7x_ZmtlC-K4pVj/s640/Screenshot-64.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Mya knew this was no time to dance around the subject. "Robert," she said grabbing his hands and giving him a charming smile, "...do you remember when you said you would love to have our own little monster someday?"</span></div><div style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">"Yes?"</span></div><div style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">"Well... looks like I will be popping out one in oh, about nine months or so."</span></div><div style="color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4rCnBvGnlh6EXwzSrZdUqBYHdKUvPCJfxyu1nfYD_j0Rbbl3HWpe-XKvB1iY3q4eRPedvLgzmUnK95lBQacf7FXBGxIrgBtX2lTRfgOzD02DkUPvFptp7Qag8t1DNG3p-TuM_Tvqf2UmS/s1600/Screenshot-68.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4rCnBvGnlh6EXwzSrZdUqBYHdKUvPCJfxyu1nfYD_j0Rbbl3HWpe-XKvB1iY3q4eRPedvLgzmUnK95lBQacf7FXBGxIrgBtX2lTRfgOzD02DkUPvFptp7Qag8t1DNG3p-TuM_Tvqf2UmS/s640/Screenshot-68.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div style="color: black;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Words could not express Robert's excitement. Sure, they barely had enough room for themselves, but he would damn well make room for their child. Plus, now he had an excuse to linger in the toy section at the stores without his wife smirking at him.</span></div><div style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="color: black;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Mya was still apprehensive. "Are you sure we can do this? I mean, I'm all for bringing the next generation into this world, but how will we manage?"</span></div><div style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="color: black;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">"We will find a way." Robert stated simply.</span></div><div style="color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
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</span></div><div style="color: black;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">"The best parents." Hugging his wife back, Robert knew this was the truth.</span></div><div style="color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
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</span></div><div><span style="font-size: small;"><b><span style="color: #0c343d; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">--------------------------------------</span></b></span></div><div><span style="color: #0c343d; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Alright, so Chapter Two is officially finished and I'm sorting through pictures for Chapter Three. I'm amazed with how attached I'm getting to the Dennis family. However, I have to admit that I am a bit anxious of how aesthetically pleasing their children will be; you probably can't tell from the crappy quality of the pictures, but both have some strong features that, if mixed incorrectly, could turn disastrous. Oh well... forge ahead I say!</span></div><div><span style="color: #0c343d; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
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<span style="color: #0c343d; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Anywho... I swear I will get more shots of them outside of the house, but for story purposes they are a couple of home-bodies until I get them properly set up.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #0c343d; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I also got a bit excited and rolled for generation two (the details can be read in the "Generations" tab at the top) and got five children. FIVE! That poor family is going to have a handful.</span></div><div><span style="color: #0c343d; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
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<span style="color: #0c343d; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Oh, and before I forget; Mya's traits are: Coward, Genius, Handy, Inappropriate, Natural Cook</span></div><div><span style="color: #0c343d; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #0c343d; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b>Also, completely random but utterly hilarious shot of Robert in his delicates.</b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgl4mi-kWbDlPHx4aR8CbQHmRKSE6Ba8D8yB6VpfLc80UmmeXh2z37addna5Hkc6e_SEL15NBFU4KX_sM38Y8tINelBeYYI8Wl8PxLmUVIdGO94XrJpj_t7zzI0-tzFm5HLFXh5aLhcy4mT/s1600/Screenshot-8.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgl4mi-kWbDlPHx4aR8CbQHmRKSE6Ba8D8yB6VpfLc80UmmeXh2z37addna5Hkc6e_SEL15NBFU4KX_sM38Y8tINelBeYYI8Wl8PxLmUVIdGO94XrJpj_t7zzI0-tzFm5HLFXh5aLhcy4mT/s400/Screenshot-8.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #0c343d; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b> Fictional exploitation ftw!</b></span></div></div><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span>GigaRevivalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16416368229832346047noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8797177559716728209.post-40669077699888718452011-07-29T19:53:00.000-07:002012-01-12T02:39:39.221-08:00The Beginning of a Legacy<div><span style="font-family: Georgia, sans-serif;">Mya and Robert Dennis, after spending their first year of marriage in a cramped studio apartment in hectic Bridgeport, found themselves newly situated in a cramped house in quiet Twinbrook.</span></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_G08UeGD7a7gQd9UwgWvMPJ_gLJHeyYQgB4fddZO7NwzHQqNNStDF7_mhh_6f2DdIM1wcyAT31ics9HqIc6q9rdIC-v0WQAg0dCS8UQ2kIkMyNlyTXMMLE-TYN_k0nk8s74iXZrQYy3ir/s1600/Screenshot-4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_G08UeGD7a7gQd9UwgWvMPJ_gLJHeyYQgB4fddZO7NwzHQqNNStDF7_mhh_6f2DdIM1wcyAT31ics9HqIc6q9rdIC-v0WQAg0dCS8UQ2kIkMyNlyTXMMLE-TYN_k0nk8s74iXZrQYy3ir/s640/Screenshot-4.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div style="color: black; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">"Could be worse..." Mya thought to herself. </span></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEid_EJ_BcvipB9CsYAZm2yucYlXNJzEWiQwl-UxJrLVc1X09qeiWT85POWw_YOlu6KFZ7Qp1vbeXvHaQ-HXEilsDna-un02TzO8iQ460VgkprsnzOl4eAlguRP8mZdVRlMIBz0WGtCDBfqr/s1600/Screenshot-3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEid_EJ_BcvipB9CsYAZm2yucYlXNJzEWiQwl-UxJrLVc1X09qeiWT85POWw_YOlu6KFZ7Qp1vbeXvHaQ-HXEilsDna-un02TzO8iQ460VgkprsnzOl4eAlguRP8mZdVRlMIBz0WGtCDBfqr/s640/Screenshot-3.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div style="color: black; text-align: left;"><div style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">"At least we have a front yard... albeit a very, very small one," Robert snickered. "Let's go take a look inside."</span></div><div style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">(</span><span style="font-size: small;"><i>I laughed so hard when the game gave him that sweater that I decided to keep it, but of course there were graphic glitches so I had to change him; Let's just make a mental note that Robert is indeed a cat person).</i></span></span></div></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiktytKtIBxiA8ZgD257em_3IIVmAPSsLrY_Np_ihG0K1olMAw_VSWJ8HhxR4qZeh4UWcLt0pwS7PQ9740agi3EyRv2LxaxhL8IauT168Q5KEA8d9COCuWhKrhTyYUFCJv5RiPPnRRXAM-9/s1600/Screenshot-9.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiktytKtIBxiA8ZgD257em_3IIVmAPSsLrY_Np_ihG0K1olMAw_VSWJ8HhxR4qZeh4UWcLt0pwS7PQ9740agi3EyRv2LxaxhL8IauT168Q5KEA8d9COCuWhKrhTyYUFCJv5RiPPnRRXAM-9/s640/Screenshot-9.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="color: black;">"See, we have a kitchen and a bathroom... Oh God! We finally have a bathroom... with </span><b style="color: black;">walls</b>!" <span style="color: black;">Robert couldn't contain his excitement.</span> </span></div><div style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">No more makeshift "walls" made out of spare towels and cardboard boxes for the Dennis's... there was going to be pure, unadulterated privacy in this house! </span></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEije2_vIZoAyglB1HcBLYlT4W6ZQvvpSYAxfHa49hpJ4LSMyDXdNwEWS-NEqYv_-4KntBaWyEo6A2a4CqLEUX-dBMNa3iWB0DPu_553rYfj_hPb0u2odOjY9t1Ztqj2VlSDlPXdRfgyGdnm/s1600/Screenshot-37.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEije2_vIZoAyglB1HcBLYlT4W6ZQvvpSYAxfHa49hpJ4LSMyDXdNwEWS-NEqYv_-4KntBaWyEo6A2a4CqLEUX-dBMNa3iWB0DPu_553rYfj_hPb0u2odOjY9t1Ztqj2VlSDlPXdRfgyGdnm/s640/Screenshot-37.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">"But what about all the 'good times' we had in that bathroom? You know, sharing the shower... sharing the tub..." Mya said with her most suggestive smile.</span></div><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-BKakXXsm4IiQ0t2x-diSjj48c2EF8gpDWRdnpTVkkR_i7764YVqGYtIPVVKQSuk_5iuVygKnGHZF3ebrdAlkQrYVVWVEprU2R-sN8qkdT5wYrlLwpdLWyswe4MdE1Mcn00ESHc5B5bHT/s1600/Screenshot-11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-BKakXXsm4IiQ0t2x-diSjj48c2EF8gpDWRdnpTVkkR_i7764YVqGYtIPVVKQSuk_5iuVygKnGHZF3ebrdAlkQrYVVWVEprU2R-sN8qkdT5wYrlLwpdLWyswe4MdE1Mcn00ESHc5B5bHT/s640/Screenshot-11.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Robert took advantage of their new-found alone time and pulled Mya into a massage, knowing full well that would set her in the mood.</span></div><div style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">"We don't need a shitty, ghetto bathroom to have 'good times'" Robert purred.</span></div><div style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">"Mmm... right. We just need a shitty, ghetto living room."</span></div><div style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Robert laughed. Mya always had a way with words... or in this case, turning his words against him.</span></div><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuOq7kjgcPnbmKeljke918CIJ4FBtiKb88fk6HY7bt4g3hNM1LrjcNAd4sGy3M6LUKxtwsCZQ06lo2kPmzNxTYodbp7HPZTVC0DuIt1LoagRZPT2XCf6TkKeZlZRJshAyD5ZyXRhw5Lnvd/s1600/Screenshot-32.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuOq7kjgcPnbmKeljke918CIJ4FBtiKb88fk6HY7bt4g3hNM1LrjcNAd4sGy3M6LUKxtwsCZQ06lo2kPmzNxTYodbp7HPZTVC0DuIt1LoagRZPT2XCf6TkKeZlZRJshAyD5ZyXRhw5Lnvd/s640/Screenshot-32.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">"Of course we get a welcoming committee right when I'm at the top of my game."</span></div><div style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">"The 'top' of your game looked a bit like 'mediocre' from where I was standing." Mya joked.</span></div><div style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">"My... the love in this marriage is astounding" Robert stated with a pout.</span></div><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><br />
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</span></div><div style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">"You know I love you. Now stop pouting and go answer the door... <i>our</i> door." Mya teased.</span></div><div style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">"Fine, fine." Robert reluctantly sauntered toward the door, only to be greeted by two middle-aged women.</span></div><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><br />
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</span></div><div style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">"Amazing right? My digestive system must be indestructible!" </span></div><div style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">"That is... certainly a rare feat." Mya stammered through her growing nausea. Were all Twinbrook residents this strange?</span></div><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><br />
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</span></div><div style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">"Don't mind Blaise. She... uh, doesn't exactly have the best people skills."</span></div><div style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">"Well, neither does Mya. Although Mya's social ineptitude comes from sarcasm, not... uh..."</span></div><div style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">"Fits of odd behavior?" Alma offered.</span></div><br />
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</span></div><div style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">"Did you see that? She seriously picked up a pile of putrid dirt, that I wasn't even aware was there, and ate it... <i>ate. it.</i>"</span></div><div style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">"They are... certainly interesting." Robert stated, amused and distracted by his wife's overly flamboyant conversational manners. Mya always needed to use her hands when talking, as if she didn't know what to do with them otherwise. Although, Robert could think of a few things.</span></div><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><br />
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<span style="color: #073763; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Just a few notes: if you noticed that there was a mysterious third woman during the neighbor-introduction scene, that was Penny Pincher who glitched and got stuck watching the T.V. in their living room. I had to reset her (twice... grrr!) and then eventually gave up on fitting her into the story. She does make a brief butt appearance in one of the shots in place of Blaise who also happened to glitch and got stuck in the Dennis's front yard. GAH!</span></div><div><span style="color: #073763; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
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<span style="color: #073763; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Anyway, this chapter was short and sort of uneventful, but I hope that as I progress and get more of a feel for the characters the chapters will gain at least some semblance of excitement (and plot).</span><br />
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<span style="color: #073763; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Also, I'm really liking Blaise. She certainly does some strange things autonomously, so I might be opening up a bigger part for her later on. Not sure yet though. </span><br />
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<span style="color: #073763; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">In case anyone is wondering about Mya's traits (I placed Robert's traits as well as what my generation rolls are in the "Generations" tab), I honestly forgot to write them down (d'oh!). For my next update I'll put hers up. :)</span><b style="color: purple; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> </b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"></div><br />
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