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"You wish. This baby is fine, and people love me a whole lot more than you think. It's not hard for me to fix this." Bridget laughed. "I've seen you ride, alright. You look like a sack of potatoes. It was all I could do not to yell, 'Heels down! Head up! Suck in that gut!'." Bridget looked intently at Jude. "This doesn't have to be this way. I said I was sorry. Genuinely. But if you want ot be an obtuse _____, go ahead. I'm not stopping you. Just know that this'll all suck for you when you can't find a job because of your lack of a degree." Bridget looked at the sky mock-thoughtfully. "Say, what kind of a holy girl lives with her boyfriend before marrige, anyway?"
I feel so mean!
Pfft, its fine. I've heard worse.
I know this means nothing though, since its, ya know, RP characters.
"Wow, where exactly are you getting this stuff anyways?" Jude chuckled. "Yeah, I've heard worse honey, believe me. Unlike you, who was raised with a bunch of whiney snobs, I was raised with boys and actual work. I got beat up and called names up until I left the house, so if you think your weak workds of critisim are gonna tear me down, think again."
"Also, who are you to say what's gonna happen to me? What are you, a fortune teller all of a sudden? Yeah, I think not."
"Say sorry as much as you want, Bridget, but do you think that's gonna heal my relationship with Dennis? Gosh, now I can't even look in his eye without completely hating him...You ruined everything by doing this, I...I just can't believe you." Jude said, running her hand through her bright copper hair. "Just, just go back to wherever you came from alright? We can completely forget this and act like it never happened." She began to walk back to Dennis' house.
"You are such a _____, Jude!" She growled. "I was raised on a Texas farm! Every day, I got up at 4:30 to go rein the cattle back onto the farmland. I was raised with seven boys, all older than me. You should think before you say things, weakling."
Bridget laughed. "It's called common sense."
"I... I understand. And believe me, I'd love to leave. But I'm not leaving until Dennis bucks up and helps me deal with what we've done," She said, her face hard but her tone a notch softer.
"You wish. This baby is fine, and people love me a whole lot more than you think. It's not hard for me to fix this." Bridget laughed. "I've seen you ride, alright. You look like a sack of potatoes. It was all I could do not to yell, 'Heels down! Head up! Suck in that gut!'." Bridget looked intently at Jude. "This doesn't have to be this way. I said I was sorry. Genuinely. But if you want ot be an obtuse _____, go ahead. I'm not stopping you. Just know that this'll all suck for you when you can't find a job because of your lack of a degree." Bridget looked at the sky mock-thoughtfully. "Say, what kind of a holy girl lives with her boyfriend before marrige, anyway?"
I feel so mean!
Pfft, its fine. I've heard worse.
"Wow, where exactly are you getting this stuff anyways?" Jude chuckled. "Yeah, I've heard worse honey, believe me. Unlike you, who was raised with a bunch of whiney snobs, I was raised with boys and actual work. I got beat up and called names up until I left the house, so if you think your weak workds of critisim are gonna tear me down, think again."
"Also, who are you to say what's gonna happen to me? What are you, a fortune teller all of a sudden? Yeah, I think not."
"Say sorry as much as you want, Bridget, but do you think that's gonna heal my relationship with Dennis? Gosh, now I can't even look in his eye without completely hating him...You ruined everything by doing this, I...I just can't believe you." Jude said, running her hand through her bright copper hair. "Just, just go back to wherever you came from alright? We can completely forget this and act like it never happened." She began to walk back to Dennis' house.
"You are such a _____, Jude!" She growled. "I was raised on a Texas farm! Every day, I got up at 4:30 to go rein the cattle back onto the farmland. I was raised with seven boys, all older than me. You should think before you say things, weakling."
Bridget laughed. "It's called common sense."
"I... I understand. And believe me, I'd love to leave. But I'm not leaving until Dennis bucks up and helps me deal with what we've done," She said, her face hard but her tone a notch softer.
