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Summary-Rrreeeaaaddd chapters 1and 2!
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other thing's I mention.
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*********************LINDSAY'S POV************************
Hmmmmm, who to do who to do. I guess it's Lucy's turn, she's gotta be the next one closest to me. Lucy... closest... I need more friends. Well, here we go.
Lucy- Lucy... is bossy. She's a 19 year-old who bosses around her 40 year old boss. And he listens! He goes on her command. But she... teaches you. Thanks to Lucy, we all have a nice, firm propper handshake. Sh'e s a one woman army, Rebecca once said. We talk... ocasionally. I can't say Lucy's my best friend, we in fact have probably had more dissagreements then agreements, butshe's there for a joke. Not nessecarly a laugh, but a joke. Like the George Vogleman head in a bag thing. Not funny to all, (to none actually except Lucy) but she was TRYING. Unlike some people. Like Bobby. Okay, enough about Bobby. I don't really know what else to say about the boss in Donnell, Young, Dole, and Frutt. I don't mean BOBBY the boss, I mean the real boss. Lucy. Not technally she's not the boss, but in spirit she's a funner boss than Bobby. Okay, now I'm starting to sound like my son. Funner? I'm tired, it's reaching 2 A.M now, normally I wouldn't be tired, but today... was long. A long long LONG day. First dropping Little Bobby off at day care, then A LOT of work, then this. I mean, this isn't something I'm obligated to do, but I'm sitting here with nothing better, so I may as well finish it up. Lucy... I have nothing else. I really don't. The one time I DID talk to her, I mean the most normal conversation we've ever had that doesn't involve work, is how I should get together with one of her friends. She could set me up. Oh, good, me and a 20 year old guy. We would be FULL of things to talk about. Ha. Ha ha ha. Elw, I just spilt coffie on this shirt. How much better can this day go? Tired...
*Okay, everyone I know this took me a while, and it's only a little, but if I get feedback, just 1, I'll continue :). This story is getting boring, I'm gunna start something else. But if I get some feedback, I'll try to juggle 2 story's at the same time, continue this and start a B\L. I'm in the mood 4 one of those. Please send a lil' feedback! Thanks!*
Hmmmmm, who to do who to do. I guess it's Lucy's turn, she's gotta be the next one closest to me. Lucy... closest... I need more friends. Well, here we go.
Lucy- Lucy... is bossy. She's a 19 year-old who bosses around her 40 year old boss. And he listens! He goes on her command. But she... teaches you. Thanks to Lucy, we all have a nice, firm propper handshake. Sh'e s a one woman army, Rebecca once said. We talk... ocasionally. I can't say Lucy's my best friend, we in fact have probably had more dissagreements then agreements, butshe's there for a joke. Not nessecarly a laugh, but a joke. Like the George Vogleman head in a bag thing. Not funny to all, (to none actually except Lucy) but she was TRYING. Unlike some people. Like Bobby. Okay, enough about Bobby. I don't really know what else to say about the boss in Donnell, Young, Dole, and Frutt. I don't mean BOBBY the boss, I mean the real boss. Lucy. Not technally she's not the boss, but in spirit she's a funner boss than Bobby. Okay, now I'm starting to sound like my son. Funner? I'm tired, it's reaching 2 A.M now, normally I wouldn't be tired, but today... was long. A long long LONG day. First dropping Little Bobby off at day care, then A LOT of work, then this. I mean, this isn't something I'm obligated to do, but I'm sitting here with nothing better, so I may as well finish it up. Lucy... I have nothing else. I really don't. The one time I DID talk to her, I mean the most normal conversation we've ever had that doesn't involve work, is how I should get together with one of her friends. She could set me up. Oh, good, me and a 20 year old guy. We would be FULL of things to talk about. Ha. Ha ha ha. Elw, I just spilt coffie on this shirt. How much better can this day go? Tired...
*Okay, everyone I know this took me a while, and it's only a little, but if I get feedback, just 1, I'll continue :). This story is getting boring, I'm gunna start something else. But if I get some feedback, I'll try to juggle 2 story's at the same time, continue this and start a B\L. I'm in the mood 4 one of those. Please send a lil' feedback! Thanks!*