the morning after a bitter-sweet BBQ party farewell for madeofearth.

*****1: is it just me, or does anyone else feel a weird emptiness inside?
*****2: hunger?

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the morning we depart for our summer vacation, the main entrance is in a state of chaos with girls hugging, crying, and running around bewildered.

a girl rudely roused from her beauty sleep by the noise, demands:

*****1: what's going on here?
*****2 in a completely sombre monotone:

*****2: someone died.

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girls enacting the classic fob act on a call to the local pizzeria.

asking for dipping sauce.

*****1: you hawe chutney???

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*****1 to *****2: i'm so sorry about my constant usage of your body spray. i forgot mine at home.
*****2: no problem. you need it.

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*****1: i look so bad in pictures :(
*****2: it's not only in pictures.

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