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Post by SKIT on Feb 22, 2011 4:14:55 GMT 6
warning ! you are about to be archived !
this qp has lost relavance. please wrap up, you have ONE WEEK.
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Post by JENNIFER NOELLE MONTGOMERY on Feb 23, 2011 0:29:37 GMT 6
“You’re welcome,”
[/color] Jenny replied, a smile playing on her lips. She wished that she had brought her camera instead of leaving it at the café, but she figured next time, if there was a next time, she could break it out. She had gone through James’ pictures, it only made sense that he be allowed to do the same. Jenny wrinkled her nose slightly as she tried to imagine what goes into cow tipping. She giggled a little. She couldn’t help but think that the tipper deserved to be chased for what they had done. Those cows had never done anything to them. It was the cow’s revenge. Jenny couldn’t imagine tipping over a cow, though. She would feel bad about it. The girl was entirely too sweet. “We definitely don’t have that in Miami,”[/color] she admitted. Jenny couldn’t help but be a little jealous of James’ travel to New York, even if it was only with his class. Jenny wanted desperately to go there and see everything, both with her eyes and through the lens of her camera. She thought for a little bit. She could barely remember the last time she had left Miami, but she had done it. “I used to go a lot of places when I was little with my family,”[/color] she admitted, thinking back. She wanted to answer, but she didn’t want to talk about it. Even after eight years, it was hard to talk about. “My sister and I went to Washington for a little bit, because she figured that was where she would find the most cafes for inspiration and coffee tasting. We hit Seattle and a bunch of little cities around it.”[/color] She almost laughed at the memory. “It was freezing.”[/color] Living in Miami, Rebecca and Jenny did not have cold weather clothes, so walking outside the airport in Seattle had been a bit of a shock for them.[/size][/blockquote][/blockquote]
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Post by JAMES WILLIAM HOPKINS on Feb 24, 2011 3:08:35 GMT 6
James smiled watching her as she wrinkled her nose about cow tipping. Where he was from it was the thing to do but he nodded when she said they didn’t have that in Miami. “Yeah…Well that’s okay. It’s frowned upon anyways” he replied with a chuckle. Not many farmers were very fond of the sport. But of course, that didn’t stop anyone.
“Well you’re quite the traveler, Washington’s a world away from Miami, and we have traveling in common” he said thinking about it. “I bet it was pretty cold, not many people from around here are used to the cold. Where I’m from its normal but when I made my way down the coast it got a lot warmer” he admitted thinking about it. He picked up one of the sandwiches and took a bite out of it before looking around a bit. “So you go to school with Mack and Kona?” he asked unsure of what to talk about. He knew that she went to school to Mack and Kona, and even Oliver, but he was running out of things to ask. James had a horrible track record with women. In fact most of the time he hadn’t even gotten past arriving at their date before something came up and the whole thing was ruined. He had had some successful dates and two good relationships during high school, but they didn’t last.
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