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Posted: Mon Apr 04, 2011 9:05 am
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Posted: Mon Apr 04, 2011 9:48 am
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Posted: Mon Apr 04, 2011 10:36 am
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вαιℓεy яαε σℓιvεя
"нαvε α нεαяt tнαt nεvεr нαяdεns,
α tεmρεr tнαt nεvεr tιяεs,
α toυcн tнαt nεvεr нυяts."
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Bailey's expression was calm as she watched Nevin stroke her pet, happy that they were getting along so well. When the boy made a comment of Oliver reflecting her own personality, it took her a second to realize what that meant. I'm a sweetie..? She thought to herself as blood raced to her cheeks, determined to broadcast her embarrassment. Rather than replying with words she couldn't find, Bailey simply focused her eyes on the Sorting Hat, though her mind was much nearer. "Like mother, like son.", she finally brought herself to reply in a teasing tone, not wanting to be rude, but still not making eye contact. She was nearly positive he hadn't meant anything by it, but even friendly comments had a habit of making Bailey blush.
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Posted: Mon Apr 04, 2011 11:25 am
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Posted: Mon Apr 04, 2011 11:45 am
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