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Post by Little Star T. Clown on Nov 29, 2011 16:44:32 GMT -4
I hug her and says... "Calm down, little silly... I can't undo this as I had done nothing... I feel also this is weird, but weird is not always bad... I still think you look a little lovely angel silly clown." I say patting her head and messing a little with her hair. She stop shrinking when her body is 6yrs sized and her mind almost as young.
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Post by Lord Hugo Prosperio on Nov 29, 2011 18:57:50 GMT -4
"Stop that" she said moving your hand away from her head. She looked very grumpy for a child, but it was a childish grumpiness that left no sign of her adulthood.
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Post by Little Star T. Clown on Nov 29, 2011 19:08:31 GMT -4
"But I'm saying you're lovely... Well... Maybe we need two pigtails on you."
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Post by Lord Hugo Prosperio on Nov 30, 2011 17:41:56 GMT -4
"Stay away, big lady!" she said, grumpy still.
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Post by Little Star T. Clown on Nov 30, 2011 21:37:50 GMT -4
"Oh... There's a little Grumpy clownie here, nah." I hug her and starts to tickles her. "You're pretty, but you'll be more with a big smile on your face." I say, seeing a clown smile forming on her face, big and bright and red.
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Post by Lord Hugo Prosperio on Dec 2, 2011 14:38:15 GMT -4
"Stop...hehe..." she giggled. "I don't...wanna be...this..." she said, another laugh escaping.
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Post by Little Star T. Clown on Dec 2, 2011 18:44:13 GMT -4
I ran after her to tickle her until her grumpiness going off
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Post by Lord Hugo Prosperio on Dec 3, 2011 2:24:32 GMT -4
"AH!" she gasped, then began to laugh, which made her feel light headed. "NO! Don't...stop..hahahaha"
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Post by Little Star T. Clown on Dec 3, 2011 4:55:09 GMT -4
"Ooh... You look very lovely with a silly smile on your face... Now it's time to flush all his grumpiness away." I say, catching him and tickling her tummy over her clothes and patting her head
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Post by Lord Hugo Prosperio on Dec 4, 2011 18:30:09 GMT -4
"Owwie!" she cried, tears starting to form on her face. "OWWIE!"
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Post by Little Star T. Clown on Dec 4, 2011 20:31:16 GMT -4
"Opsie... I didn't want to hurt you." I stop tickling her
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Post by Lord Hugo Prosperio on Dec 4, 2011 20:35:13 GMT -4
"My head hurts." she said. "Owwie." The Owwie wasnt' a physical pain, but rather the pain of the memories of her old life leaving her head.
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Post by Little Star T. Clown on Dec 5, 2011 3:24:24 GMT -4
"Oh, my little clownie is with a head full of bad things. Drink this. It will make you better." I give you what look a big chocolate milk cup as I pat your head, trying to relieve your pain
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Post by Lord Hugo Prosperio on Dec 6, 2011 12:22:28 GMT -4
She took the drink (complete with crazy straw) and began to drink.
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Post by Little Star T. Clown on Dec 6, 2011 15:09:37 GMT -4
As she drinks, the old memories starts to fade away, bad ones first. “My funny little clownie lady has too much on his head. Maybe now she'll learn to lean on her Momma and be funny..."
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