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Post by benjy on Feb 16, 2005 19:01:25 GMT -8
Tassle sat in the Playpen, it was time for morning nap. He looked at the pitiful bodies, slumped on the ground around him. The carers hated the fact that Tassle only slept when he wanted to. The sleeping gas didn't work on him. They hated his Family Wants, the requests that each child had for ideal family. He didn't want a family that fought amongst itself often. He finally decided to sleep, just as Nap Time finished.
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Post by benjy on Feb 16, 2005 19:23:17 GMT -8
He woke up, after dinner. He pulled out a screwdriver he had stolen long ago. He slipped out, to the kitchen. He ate some food, and then realized that a window was open. It was too high for him. He jumped, once twice, and the third time, he felt a push inside him. He shot out the window, and landed on the street.
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Post by Serra Keta on Mar 17, 2006 8:34:25 GMT -8
*serra bursts in and looks around for help*
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Post by Serra Keta on Mar 17, 2006 12:20:12 GMT -8
"hello can i help you?" yes i need to you to look for the name Serra Tayrell in your records please " are you a relation?" bettre than that im the real thing "ok, it says here she was apoted" anyhing about her parents "no just that she was brought in by a neighbour"thank you
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