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"Ivan, what's wrong?"br
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Ivan didn't turn around. He was too busy crying. "M-M-Mia's
m-m-mad at me, a-and I-Isaac h-hates m-me and-"Br
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A hand rested on his shoulder. A hand with really long nails.
"It's okay, Ivan. You can tell Aunty Arienne ALL about it."Br
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Ivan turned around and saw...the bad lady. She still had a
humongous chest, and big blue eyes, but her long blonde hair was shorter
now. 'Cause he had singed a lot of it off with the Spark Plasma attack
he had used on her over and over and over again.br
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"Bad lady!" he shrieked, scrambling to his feet. "Bad bad BAD
LADY!!!!!"Br
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Arienne pouted. "I'm not a bad lady. I'm your friend."br
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"I can read minds," Ivan shot back, sticking his tongue out at
her. "Stupid."br
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Arienne huffed, trying to flounce her hair. Her chest flounced
much more. "Well, if I'm a bad lady, then why am I nice to you and those
'good' people in there are mean to you?"br
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"'Cause...'cause I..." Ivan was kind of confused, considering he
had the mentality of a four-year-old. He wasn't sure if he should
believe the bad lady or not, what she said was true. He also had the
attention span of a small child, what were they talking about again?Br
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"Oh, right. Bad lady," Ivan cast Spark Plasma. "Bubye bad
lady!"br
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And, of course, the aftermath of the insanity...