Side Stories, Episode Three
March 11th, 2009Because the most interesting things just didn’t happen in the Legacy house this round…
Rondo and Kate got robbed. Or I should say, someone attempted to rob them.
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Because the most interesting things just didn’t happen in the Legacy house this round…
Rondo and Kate got robbed. Or I should say, someone attempted to rob them.
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And we start the week off with promotions! Congratulations you two!
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Well, now that you’ve ruined your chances at a better education and time for me to figure out exactly what I want to do with you, now what do you want to do with yourself?
How about we start slow, with dinner?
Don’t get smart with me, young lady.
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Finally! I know, it took me long enough, but I was kinda busy and then kinda lazy and then my game likes to crash in the middle of the hardest part to play: the dreaded college years. At least they’ve made it easier for me this time around. You will find out the meaning of that cryptic sentence later.
Until then, let’s get back to our favorite family.
*Hi Sedona. Have you seen any of your siblings?*
No, but Sephia and Sorento said they were going to Aspen’s place after school. They might be still there. Rondo might be out with his girlfriend, might not. I don’t care enough to know.
*That’s gotta be the most you’ve said to me since your grandmother died.*
I’m trying to heal and stuff. Playing guitar helps.
*That’s really good. I hope you’re back to your old cheerful self one day. Now excuse me while I go to the Swains and find your brother and sister.*
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And we continue where we left off in my longest Legacy week ever.
Maybe you can keep his attention if you dress up and put on makeup like her.
*sigh* What a pointless conversation.
Whose attention is Sephia trying to keep? Got a boyfriend, dudette?
No!
It’s not hard to figure out, it’s-ow! What’d you do that for, Sephia?
Shhh! We’ll talk about it later, like after dinner, where nosy ears can’t hear us.
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