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Originally Posted by
Nabs 
Well, this was all probably fodder for good gossip for women, but Garret had honestly no idea where to begin with this story. The taffy, the carnival and well, Plymouth. He didn't know how to make heads or tails of it all.
His hand patted her back awkwardly as she insisted on pouring out all the details of her relationship with Plymouth along with her salty tears, but anyone watching closely would see that Garret would have loved to have been anywhere but there.
"There, there." he said in an almost comical way for the monosyllabic method of his delivery.
Then again.
"There, there."
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Originally Posted by
iheartdan Kel shook his head hurriedly. "No Cela," he said, his eyes still wide. He wished she'd just stop crying already. But it's not like he'd tell her to stop crying...because that usually made girls start crying harder and louder.
"I'm sorry," he said quietly. He grabbed a biscuit himself and buttered it, looking down at the table. He'd just hurry and eat, then leave.
UGH.
Celandine wiped her face on Garret's shoulder and sat up, lifting her chin bravely. "You guys want some taffy? It's... really good."
Wibble.
NO!
Must be strong!
She took a deeeeeep breath and plastered a smile on her face. "Made by real carnies!"
Her favourite carnie would always be Plymouth Morgan though.