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Darkseeker
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"And hit myself on a low doorframe. Your lucky. Less concusions." Jackson says, thinking back so the atic and stair. He shudders and smiles. |
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She chuckled and said, "Still, it makes it harder to reach things. I've called so many times for help whenever I can't reach something. So if you ever hear me shouting, it's probably because I can't reach something." She chuckled. |
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Darkseeker
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"I'll keep that in mind." Jackson says. "I'll get the peanut butter down for you." Jackson smiles and "Just do not turn me into a dog from fetching too much." |
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Neutral
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"Either that or I'm going rely on you picking me up and giving me a boost so I can grab things." She laughed. "Like I said, I hate being this short." |
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Neutral
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"Either that or I'm going rely on you picking me up and giving me a boost so I can grab things." She laughed. "Like I said, I hate being this short." |
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Darkseeker
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Jackson smiles and drops to his knees. "I hate being this short." He mimics. He stands back up and says "Oh be quiet. I like you the way you are." |
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Neutral
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She playfully shoved him before continuing, "Whatever you say my giant." |
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Darkseeker
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"Hey!" Jackson retorts. He grabs her shoulder and pulls her in. "You can not shove me now." He says, giving a wimp head hold. |
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Neutral
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"Hey let go!" She whined as she squirmed in his grip. |
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Darkseeker
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"Never! He shifts to a deeper voice. "I have caught a fisty one, see. Me keep." |
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Fall 
Day Weather: 
Brimstone
