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randomplaces2007-08-07 10:38 pm
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Ramada stared into the cup of brown beverage that was most definitely not coffee, and then looked over at her small friend, wondering how best to delicately phrase that the stuff tasted like crap and wasn't there anything else to drink.
She could find no euphemism that was guaranteed not to set Mykayla off (truth be told she was a bit grumpy, and Ramada couldn't blame her given the condition she was in), and so instead turned to her small friend and said:
"Do they put sugar in this?"
She could find no euphemism that was guaranteed not to set Mykayla off (truth be told she was a bit grumpy, and Ramada couldn't blame her given the condition she was in), and so instead turned to her small friend and said:
"Do they put sugar in this?"

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Mykayla chuckled softly, then closed her eyes as another contraction started. -God... I bind this all to Your will. Again. Please let what You want be what happens here....- "Owww."
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"It's go time, huh?" she whispered to Mykayla.
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"Easy, my soul." Scrat gently rubbed her back again, a comforting hand on her belly. "It won't be long."
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She then looked up at Scrat. "If you want to take over here... just say the word." Where she was was probably a more appropriate spot for him to be.