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Lucille smiled and blushed. She breathed in, smelling his sweatshirt that was wrapped around her. "You're gonna hafta give me another sweatshirt, this one barely smells like you anymore." |
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Lucille grinned. "Can I have it tomorrow?" |
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Lucille grinned and kicked her feet happily. "I wish you were here." |
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"i do to but i can make that happen" |
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Lucille lit up smiling. "Really? You can? How?" |
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"That might be a little risky... we don't wanna wake my parents." she frowned. "Ooh, I have an idea!" she exclaimed. "I could ride Truffle over to yours. Sometimes I ride to school, so I could just leave a note on the fridge saying I rode to school." |
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"yeah i have a pen in my yard sometimes I leave cole in it " |
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Nighttime Thunderstorms with Hail
