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Oh, sorry. Er, um...
Uniqua smiles. "I guess I am." She leans back, leaning her head towards the ground. She hears a loud pop coming from her back, and winces. "Yep,...
Those commercials are probably the saddest out there, along with the ones that have those really hungry kids and it asks you about the last time...
Uniqua yawns. "Yes mother." chuckling at her joke, she begins to slowly stretch.
Yeah, almost like those animal commercials that they're just looking at you, and sad music is in the background.
"Hm, I don't know. If you haven't noticed, I do have quite a lot of hay. I'll find something interesting to do with it." She says, shrugging.
Uniqua growls. "I just wanted to sleep, for the love of hay!" Her cheeks lightly flushed, she stands up tiredly.
Yeah, thought I'd tell everybody so she wouldn't have to be all awkward.
Yeah. When the parents talked abut it, we had to change the channel, it was getting to be a lot.
"Well, until we get word from Raven or Stella, I think we'll stay here." Uniqua says, keeping her eyes closed.
No, but they he was 12. He was beaten up by teenagers and thrown into a river. He probably drowned in the river.
I hear you're talking about creepy things. Read Cupcakes and Sweet Apple Massacre, and nothing will scare you again.
Uniqua opens her eyes lazily and looks at the face. "Hello." she says quietly before closing her eyes again.
Yeah, my parents haven't been talking much lately, but we did talk about a death near where we live.
Uniqua throws her last slice of bread. "I guess we could go home now, if you want to." She says, putting the empty bag in her saddle bags.
Uniqua lifts her head off of Rashall's and lays it next to his, giving him space to move.
I used to do that, but then I started talking with my parents more, and I eat dinner with them now.
"Hm? I don't know. Is it?" She says, looking away from the pigeons.
Uniqua feels Rashall shift under her, and cracks open her eye to look for the annoyed creature. Finding nothing, she lets out a quiet sigh and...
I had to clean up a grease pan after my mom bumped it and spilled some on the counter and stove (this was during cleaning, when the grease wasn't...
