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| Back to Family Channel Fan-Fiction | 2 |
| “Hey, this is good! I've never had it quite like this before,” she said. | 2 |
| “Funnie family recipe,” Doug replied, smiling. | 2 |
| “Hey, Doug?” she asked. He swallowed his heart and stammered out an answer. | 1 |
| He left for the bathroom and she sat on the bed. He ran the tap. | 1 |
| “Hey- don't worry about it. I'll just go clean up. It's just a little orange juice, no harm done.” | 1 |
| She spoke through the open doorway: “I'm really glad that you invited me here,” she said, “even if Skeete | 1 |
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| “God, I would hate to be in a jar like that. Everyone staring at my mangled bones for thirty years after I died. | 1 |
| “It's just a mouse,” he said, taking a long sip of his drink and hoping that he wasn't making too big of a dea | 1 |
| She left, and he went to work. He moved quickly, spilling some of the orange juice and the ground Rohypnol, which he had | 1 |
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| Mouse Bones and Orange Juice | 1 |
| “Great,” he smiled back. “Why don't you go wait in my room, and I'll be right up with the drinks,” h | 0 |
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| He found her inspecting the jar of bones on his return, a look of curiosity on her face. | 0 |
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| “Orange juice sounds fine,” she smiled. | 0 |
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| “It was my Dad's. From when he was about my age, I think.” | 0 |
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| “Poor thing. How did it get in there?” | 0 |
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| “What was this?” she asked. | 0 |
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| “A mouse,” he replied, putting down her drink. | 0 |
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| “I'm sorry, what did you say?” he said, coming into the room as he finished wiping his hands dry. “I coul | 0 |
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| He stopped and looked at her more closely. | 0 |
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| “Patti? Can you hear me, Patti?” She could not. | 0 |
| He walked over to the door and closed it, a thin smile playing upon his lips. He would have to remember to thank Deeter. | 0 |
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| She took a sip of her orange juice too. He tried to pretend like he wasn't paying much attention, but he watched her clo | 0 |
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| “Well it's very – oh! Sorry about that!” her drink tumbled to the ground, managing to spill all over Doug | 0 |
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| “I don't know what came over me – one minute I was holding the drink, and the next...” There was shame in | 0 |
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| Based off of the hit television show “Doug”, Doug decides what to do about his problems with Patti. The exciti | 0 |
| “Hey, I'm glad that I caught you. You see, we're holding a surprise birthday party for Beebe on Friday, and we were | 0 |
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| “A party? Yeah, sure.” Doug didn't really like Beebe, but any chance to see Patti was worth it, he thought. | 0 |
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| “Great. Try and be there for eight.” She paused. “...and Doug?” She sounded hesitant, nervous, so un | 0 |
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| “Yeah?” There was silence from the other end; the only sound he could hear was her soft breathing. He knew tha | 0 |
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| “Uh, do you think that Skeeter is going to come? I'd really like to see him there.” | 0 |
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| “Y-yes?” he replied. | 0 |
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| Doug put the pills next to an old jar of bleached white mouse bones that he kept on his shelf. The bones were a recent a | 0 |
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| He still wasn't sure if he was going to use the drugs or not, and so he lay down in his bed to think about it. Sure, the | 0 |
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| A sound jolted him out of his thoughts: the phone was ringing. He reached over and picked it up. There was a too familia | 0 |
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| Skeeter. Of course. Why hadn't he seen it before? He was stupid to think that he'd ever have a chance with Patti. If he | 0 |
| He opened the door. She looked amazing. Doug was momentarily stunned, taken aback by her beauty. It took him a minute to | 0 |
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| “It's just us for now,” he said, “Skeeter should be here soon.” She didn't look too impressed with t | 0 |
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| “Would you like a drink while we wait?” he asked her, gesturing towards the kitchen. | 0 |
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| “Thanks. I'd love one.” | 0 |
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| “Is orange juice cool? Or a Coke, maybe?” He hoped that she didn't ask for something clear, like water or Spri | 0 |
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| The doorbell. He gave himself a once over in the mirror before answering, needless considering the circumstances, but he | 0 |
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| “Sure, I'm positive that he will go. In fact, he's coming over here later tonight if you want to hang out.” It | 0 |
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| She said she would love to. The excitement in her voice sickened him. | 0 |
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| He was getting more and more used to the idea. | 0 |
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| Doug was ready when she came; everything had been planned to the last detail. He only hoped now that his performance wou | 0 |
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― JW, Thursday, 1 March 2007 17:08 (eighteen years ago)
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