"What do you mean? You never thought I'd be into storm chasing? I'm literally a weatherman."
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"What do you mean? You never thought I'd be into storm chasing? I'm literally a weatherman."
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“Well, yes... I am that Norman Bates.” He finds himself glancing toward the exit. This isn’t a conversation he really wants to have, but he doesn’t want to be rude either. “But I’m... I don’t do those things anymore.”
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“ I love you dearly but if you lift the cover off that dough, I might slap you. ” If looks could kill, Rosie’s face was brandishing a deadly weapon. That was the last recipe she needed to complete before she could call the latest cookbook done. And it was a monster of a recipe in terms of work. It was in the final prove before she had to attempt to bake the sculpted loaf. The size was large enough to covet a full page photo when finished. And it was an enriched dough as well! If she could get the rise to stay once baked, it might be the finest loaf she had ever made.
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“and where is the lucky fella? i can’t seem to find him in the room, must be too small for bare eyes.” she replied at the bald, tall men who approached her at the pub, telling her he’d help her find a man that'd make her forget her troubles, obviously meaning his drunk self. “now if you would excuse me...” the violet-eyed witch snorted, a cup of beer in hands as she turned to leave, she’d rather drink alone than stay there with the awful company. but ended up not noticing someone standing behind her, nearly bumping into the other woman, which would make her spill her drink or the other’s. the sudden move uncovering the coven mark on her shoulder as the lilac fabric of her cloak slid a bit down. she quickly fixed it back up. “my apologies, dear.”
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“Are you quite sure you’re old enough to be in here?” Ottilia murmured, looking the redhead up and down with interest. The club is near full, and normally she wouldn’t comment on a patrons possible age, but there had been something about the girl that caught her eye.