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Post by grey scale: on Apr 9, 2011 19:43:58 GMT -5
Ally
I leaned back against the couch and wrinkled my nose at her. "Don't you mess up my curls, girl," I said in a grumpy voice, giving her the evil eye. She just giggled all the more and started to braid my hair.
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Post by emmz on Apr 9, 2011 19:49:13 GMT -5
Micah
I touched her hand gently.
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Post by grey scale: on Apr 9, 2011 20:03:24 GMT -5
Ally
I looked over at him and grinned. "I was just kidding. This bugger knows it," I said, gesturing to Joey, who started twinging my hair together in less-than-coherent spins.
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Post by emmz on Apr 9, 2011 20:10:12 GMT -5
Micah
I smiled and kissed her hand.
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Post by grey scale: on Apr 9, 2011 20:16:56 GMT -5
Ally
I leaned into Micah and put my head on his shoulder, holding his hand and smiling at Joey's half-hearted protests at the moving of my head.
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Post by emmz on Apr 9, 2011 20:19:30 GMT -5
Micah
I smiled, touching her cheek.
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Post by grey scale: on Apr 9, 2011 20:28:07 GMT -5
Ally
I smiled and burrowed my face into his shirt, closing my eyes. He was so comfortable.
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Post by emmz on Apr 9, 2011 20:29:52 GMT -5
Micah
I kissed her head.
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Post by grey scale: on Apr 9, 2011 20:37:41 GMT -5
Ally
I smiled and tilted my head up, kissing his cheek.
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Post by emmz on Apr 9, 2011 20:41:41 GMT -5
Micah
I grinned and turned my head, catching her lips.
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Post by grey scale: on Apr 9, 2011 20:43:02 GMT -5
Ally
I smiled and kissed him, bringing my hand up to cup his cheek. "Sneaky, sneaky boy," I murmured against his lips.
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Post by emmz on Apr 9, 2011 20:52:04 GMT -5
Micah
I chuckled.
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Post by grey scale: on Apr 10, 2011 6:21:07 GMT -5
Ally
I smiled and pulled back, giving him a few more quick kisses before settling back down on his shoulder. "You almost done, Joe?" I asked my sister softly.
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Post by emmz on Apr 10, 2011 9:20:16 GMT -5
Micah
I smiled, holding her hand.
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Post by grey scale: on Apr 10, 2011 12:33:45 GMT -5
Ally
"Almost," Joey squealed, patting my head. "Done!" she cried, just as the doorbell rang. Dad came through holding a few bills. "The pizza's here, I guess," he said, opening the door and greeting the pizza guy.
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