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[hatesboys]

[ACTION: 625 Topper Street]

[It's a beautiful spring day in Mayfield, and a piercing scream like a thousand banshees dying fills the air of Topper Street and at least five of the surrounding roads.

Frances Fulbright has woken up in a strange bed--again-- and she is not at all happy about it.]

[PHONE]

Well, looks like I'm back in this stupid place again. I don't suppose any of ya idiots even remember who I am. [she thinks she's been gone for like. a month. it's more like a year and a half.]

Comments

[struckbylightning]

...Fanny, huh?

[hatesboys]

It's Frances don't ya ever call me that again!

[struckbylightning]

Okay, okay! Got it.

I'm Snow. Nice to meetcha, Frances.

[hatesboys]

[PRACTICALLY GROWLING RN] Only my mum and dad can call me that and you're not my daddy.

[struckbylightning]

Got it. Loud and clear.

[hatesboys]

[huff] ... Ya know, ya can leave anytime ya want.

[struckbylightning]

[Wow okay. Good thing he's a massive RPG tank and his feelings can't get hurt that easy.]

Right, right, sorry. I'll just get out of your way then. [Shuffling out the door.] You comin' to breakfast?

[hatesboys]

... Maybe.

[spoilers she will be]

[struckbylightning]

See you there.

[And he's off like the big lumbering moose he is.]

[hatesboys]

[just kinda

ninjaing after him

like a ninja]