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Post by Maggie Lovett on May 28, 2008 9:42:33 GMT -5
Maggie took a peice of wood, she painted lovetts sweet confections that wouldnt do, news traveled fast and far people in France could know about the pies, the meat pies. She painted over it.
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Post by Eleanor on May 28, 2008 14:04:33 GMT -5
"I see you, but I don't believe it."
*A finely dressed woman appeared at the door. The former Mrs. Lovett grinned at her sister*
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Post by Maggie Lovett on May 28, 2008 14:09:16 GMT -5
"Nellie! I was wondering where I could find you!" She ran to hug her sister but stopped "Look At you in all your finery! I guess meat pies are more popular in france than in london!" She hugged her.
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Post by Eleanor on May 28, 2008 14:10:55 GMT -5
"It's not the pies you sell, it's the men you marry."
*Nellie embraced her*
"And what have you been up to?"
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Post by Maggie Lovett on May 28, 2008 14:14:40 GMT -5
"Well, I got here a day ago so nothings really new, if you don't account for the leaving everything i love and cherish part." She looked at her sister "But it was leave by my own free will or Get booted out so... Here I am!"
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Post by Eleanor on May 28, 2008 14:23:41 GMT -5
"Oh dear, I suppose I did make things hard for my family..."
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Post by Maggie Lovett on May 28, 2008 14:27:04 GMT -5
"It's really not your fault my um.... confections weren't exactly up to code, if you get my drift"
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Post by Eleanor on May 28, 2008 14:31:23 GMT -5
*She raised a brow*
"Been naughty as well, have you?"
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Post by Maggie Lovett on May 28, 2008 14:34:57 GMT -5
Not to horribly horrible, to you I suppose I mean I don't have a demon barber living upstairs .... Although I do have a room for rent upstairs. If you know anyone in need of it, let me know."
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Post by Eleanor on May 28, 2008 14:36:04 GMT -5
*She rolled her eyes*
"Oh, that old bastard of a barber is somewhere around here, I suppose. Ungrateful sod."
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Post by Maggie Lovett on May 28, 2008 14:39:14 GMT -5
"So Enough about me, who is this man i've heard nothing about?" She sat down on a stool
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Post by Eleanor on May 28, 2008 14:42:43 GMT -5
"My new husband, you mean?"
*She smiled wickedly*
"I ought to be ashamed of myself. Seventeen years old, and a politician."
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Post by Maggie Lovett on May 28, 2008 14:46:34 GMT -5
"Seventeen! Thats younger than me! Maybe thats why I cant get a boyfriend! They all go for the older woman! I should of known. So what is he like?"
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Post by Eleanor on May 28, 2008 14:50:17 GMT -5
"He's just as wicked as I am."
*She smiled*
"And I'm sure you'll get a man, Maggie. There aren't many girls who can still cook."
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Post by Maggie Lovett on May 28, 2008 14:52:52 GMT -5
"Well I suppose........." she lost herself in thought. "Sorry, when will i get to meet this hubby of yours? Maybe he has a brother?"
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