#baudelairequoting

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Heather Chandler noticed Jason Dean from across the room, rolling her eyes at his pathetic attempt to look like he fit in at the halls of Westerberg. Heather and Heather had left to go fetch Veronica and haul her ass to the cafeteria - pronto.

She sighed, tapping her pen on the lunchtime poll notepad she always carried with her in her purse. God why did they have to make her wait? And it wasn’t like this new kid was helping - he was just plain annoying with his Billy the Kid get-up.

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Do you think you have an accent?

http://vocaroo.com/i/s1VaVLGREUUn

Sorry for the crappy quality. 4 tries in, and it’s just not gonna get any better. Aah!

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          “See, despite what you heard -- hell sucks, it’s not fun.” 

          Heather went off on her rant and said, “Yes, there are water slides, but they’re lined with razor blades and you splash down into a pool of boiling pee.” She took a breath. “Also, zero dinosaurs.”

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baudelairequoting replied to your photo: ( mcmunday )

I keep forgetting how cute you are and then bam! you post another selfie

( aaaaa a tysm omg i post a Lot of selfies rip

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baudelairequoting replied to your post: posting a nine second clip of me singing more like...

okay wtf you’re really good at singing

ok wtf thank you i hope ur ears are alive

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          “It’s a little rude to show up to people’s houses uninvited, don’t you think?” Heather Chandler gave him a smile, but it was sickeningly sweet. There wasn’t a hint of sincerity within it. 

          “Veronica isn’t here. What do you want, creep?” 

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@baudelairequoting

“I baked COOKIES. They’re  on the counter if you’d like  a few.”

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baudelairequoting replied to your post “Researching types of explosives and hoping I’ll never have to explain...”

hey you almost sound like JD ;)

ahhh! they’RE ONTO ME