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Mar 15, 2012 16:07:03 GMT -5
Post by Marie Bristow on Mar 15, 2012 16:07:03 GMT -5
"Do whatever you want with it" she laughed "that's what I would do, I do everything I wanted and then I'd give most of it away."
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Mar 16, 2012 17:47:56 GMT -5
Post by Treszka on Mar 16, 2012 17:47:56 GMT -5
She scratched her head.
"Well...I don't really know what to do with it. Oh, well. I thought of one thing, at least."
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Mar 16, 2012 19:41:28 GMT -5
Post by Marie Bristow on Mar 16, 2012 19:41:28 GMT -5
"What's that?"
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Mar 17, 2012 16:30:50 GMT -5
Post by Treszka on Mar 17, 2012 16:30:50 GMT -5
She grinned.
"Your shelter!"
((Wow, between Louis and Treszka, I don't think John's going to have to worry about money for a loooong time. xD))
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Mar 17, 2012 19:35:33 GMT -5
Post by Marie Bristow on Mar 17, 2012 19:35:33 GMT -5
((I just realized this XD Damn, he's gonna be crying so hard, just to let you know. Random acts of kindness do that to him.))
Marie raised an eyebrow, still smiling "What about it?"
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Mar 19, 2012 11:15:46 GMT -5
Post by Treszka on Mar 19, 2012 11:15:46 GMT -5
"That's something I can do with the money." She said, smiling.
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Mar 19, 2012 15:22:35 GMT -5
Post by Marie Bristow on Mar 19, 2012 15:22:35 GMT -5
"Oh!" She slapped her self in the forehead "I was totally not getting you there for a second" then she grinned "Papa would appreciate it, he was hoping to hire on some help now that I'm off to school, he's got my sister and Ms. Lost and Mr. Dawson, but he hates having to put anything on them, he's too nice."
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Mar 25, 2012 17:15:44 GMT -5
Post by Treszka on Mar 25, 2012 17:15:44 GMT -5
"Yeah, but you can't run a place by yourself. If you do everything you get too tired to do anything." She said, quoting a neighbor from the arrondissement.
"And then you're not help to anyone!"
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Mar 28, 2012 1:19:29 GMT -5
Post by Marie Bristow on Mar 28, 2012 1:19:29 GMT -5
"I've been tryin to tell him that, he says we ain't got the funds, but I know he just doesn't wanna bother anyone."
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Mar 28, 2012 10:08:22 GMT -5
Post by Treszka on Mar 28, 2012 10:08:22 GMT -5
"How would it be a bother? All you do is for volunteers!"
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Mar 28, 2012 11:43:32 GMT -5
Post by Marie Bristow on Mar 28, 2012 11:43:32 GMT -5
She smiled "Our volunteers are like family, they're there everyday, for eight sometimes more, hours a day, Papa always feels responsible for them, makes them take days off when he rarely does."
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Mar 28, 2012 22:26:44 GMT -5
Post by Treszka on Mar 28, 2012 22:26:44 GMT -5
Treszka sighed.
"But how does he expect to get more people involved in helping others if he does it all alone?"
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Mar 28, 2012 22:45:37 GMT -5
Post by Marie Bristow on Mar 28, 2012 22:45:37 GMT -5
She shrugged and laughed "I don't know his motives, but lots of people want to help, he always directs them to places like the church or other shelters that need more held than ours."
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Mar 30, 2012 11:14:46 GMT -5
Post by Treszka on Mar 30, 2012 11:14:46 GMT -5
She sighed.
"But I thought all those places needed it. Yours needs it, too." She shook her head.
"Somebody's gotta tell him you can't be so selfless that you hurt yourself, 'cuz then you can't help anyone anymore."
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Mar 31, 2012 20:37:56 GMT -5
Post by Marie Bristow on Mar 31, 2012 20:37:56 GMT -5
"Agreed" she smiled "when you meet him, you'll love him, everyone loves my Papa" she stopped and then shook her head "except for most rich people, for one reason, really really rich people hate that he helps people."
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