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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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Perhaps it was just age.
She giggled slightly to herself.
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"Nnnnnnn!" She gritted. "Don't wanna!"
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Her left. The one that had been broken-pipetted and Bunsen burned and acid dropped more times than she'd care to count.
She smiled. "Don't worry about me. Worry about you."
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"Push!" said Scrat, hand gently rubbing her stomach.
"P... push?" repeated Mykayla shakily.
"Yes! Push!" He grinned encouragingly.
"Nnnnyarrghhh!"
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