Well, uh. The responses just
flooded on in, as well as some
other responses. Things look to be going v. fine, and I plan on going to dinner with one Lady Primrose Gamgee. I hope that she is far nicer than her father.
As for the child support issue, Miss Lorie, I would highly recommend that you go to court over such a matter, and fight like a
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I AM LOSSEFALMELAEBETHTAURE RABID FANGIRL!!! FEAR ME!!!
*weeps in desolation*
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Fears...just a little bit.
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I am but a poor incredibly svelte and sexy mother of three who has been abandoned by the men in her life!!! Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!!!
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There there. I'm sure that things will look up for you. You are a very beautiful woman, and the men who carelessly tossed you aside should be ashamed.
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My poor children and I are lost! Unwanted! Homeless!
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Hush dear, things will become better. They always do.
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Oh Lord Boromir, you are so generous! I don't know how to thank you!
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It's...no problem at all, my dear.
Slightly strained smile.
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Oh thank you thank you thank you!!!
*releases*
Could you be a dear and help me get the children and their luggage to the quarters?
*starts piling bags on Boromir without waiting for his consent*
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Ehehe...Pushes a bag over to the side slightly, on top of the pile, so that he can see over it to Lorie. ...just, uh, do your best to find somewhere else to stay as soon as you can? 'Smile, Boromir, you can do this. Just...put up with it,' he thinks to himself, sourly, even as he strains to carry all the bags to Lorie and the kids' new room.
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*prances into the room, not even bothering to hold the door for Boromir as she flounces over the bed and sets her two half-elf children down before helping her little hinny up onto the mattress*
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Can't get to the door fast enough...and gets it slammed into his face as it closes, and he gets knocked over on his behind, the bags falling all over him and to the ground. He simply lays there a long moment, a groan escaping his lips.
'Not yet, Boromir, you can't kill her yet...'
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*trots to the door and pushes it open, slamming a corner right into Boromir's knee*
Where are you dear?
*glances down*
Oh! There you are darling. Do get up off that dirty floor and come help me. That's a dear.
*snatches up the lightest bag and spins around, letting the door slam closed behind her*
((Have to leave in a few minutes, but I'll be back in an hour or so.))
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'Getting there...'
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