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Kitty paced nervous in her room while she waited for Peter to arrive. She could hear the football game on the tv in the living room, and the sounds of her foster father cheering along. She'd though about offering to help her foster mom, Carol, make dinner, but had realized that not only did she not know how to cook anything, but she was so nervous she was likely to drop anything she picked up.
"I've got it!" she shouted when the doorbell rang. Her heart was racing and her hands were shaking when she opened the door. She tried to smile, reminding herself he was probably even more nervous than she was.
"I've got it!" she shouted when the doorbell rang. Her heart was racing and her hands were shaking when she opened the door. She tried to smile, reminding herself he was probably even more nervous than she was.
"Hi."
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Date: 2011-01-31 09:05 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-01-31 04:57 pm (UTC)"You can afford that?"