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    Don’t Cry Out. – (Chapter: 7. Pancakes.)

    Story written on December 22, 2006 by Korvatunturi.
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    I’m getting tired of typing matching summaries, after all.

    “What can I get you?” she asked cheerfully, folding her arms across the top of the counter and leaning forward slightly.

    Immediately, something in Spencer told her to leave. Another something told her to stay. The part that wanted her to leave didn’t find any particular reasons to justify her leaving; just the fact that Ashley wasn’t there. The part that wanted her to stay told her that the girl at the counter seemed nice. Really nice. Thus, it would be rude to just walk about without a word.

    Unfortunately, Spencer always went with the first instinct. And the part that told her to leave had just happened to speak first.

    She left.

    Back at her home, Spencer paced the floor. When she’d gone out, everyone had gradually woken up, gotten ready, and left, and for that she felt guilty. She couldn’t have been there to see them off, wish them a good day? No. She’d needed to see Ashley that morning, and for what? To chat idly and drink coffee? It was hardly a good reason.

    But it was a good reason, no matter how much of one it was. Ashley made her feel different. Spencer had never had friends before, and having one was like getting your first pet.

    Come to think of it, Spencer had never had pets, either.

    Shaking all thought of animals from her head, Spencer sighed, deciding to take a seat on the stiff, uncomfortable sofa in the living room. It was only morning, and she shouldn’t get herself so worked up over something so trivial as not seeing her family off in the morning. She felt silly. It did not, however, change her mind; she still convinced herself that she should have stayed home.

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    1. ah poor spencer, can hardly feed herself. but that’s probably why i loved this update so: i can relate. i myself just recently managed to screw up microwaving ravioli. i think i must tell you this everytime (at least i think it everytime), but your writing is absolutely beautiful. i bet you could write about belly button lint and still make it interesting. now i’m going to go order some chinese, i’m starving :)

    2. ah poor spencer, can hardly feed herself. but that’s probably why i loved this update so: i can relate. i myself just recently managed to screw up microwaving ravioli. i think i must tell you this everytime (at least i think it everytime), but your writing is absolutely beautiful. i bet you could write about belly button lint and still make it interesting. now i’m going to go order some chinese, i’m starving :)

    3. Wow… You know this fallout shelter concept has slipped into someone elses post line too. Funny that. Anyway, you and me and the big bag o’ love will have a whale of a time. I want some Jim’s chinese now….

    4. Wow… You know this fallout shelter concept has slipped into someone elses post line too. Funny that. Anyway, you and me and the big bag o’ love will have a whale of a time. I want some Jim’s chinese now….

    7. and there was me thinking you’d had Ashey give Spencer the wrong number! Love it muchly, and therefore can’t wait to read more, whenever that will be! I can’t exactly moan at you, cos I’m the world’s worst at updating. Ah well :-D Jx

    8. and there was me thinking you’d had Ashey give Spencer the wrong number! Love it muchly, and therefore can’t wait to read more, whenever that will be! I can’t exactly moan at you, cos I’m the world’s worst at updating. Ah well :-D Jx

    9. Oh how I love this story and confused, lonely, even more dorktastic than normal Spencer. Though I was taken aback a bit by the lack of office supply innuendo. I mean, the post it notes were right there and asking for it. Poor Spence must’ve really been out of it not to be dwelling on the love life of her desk contents.

    10. Oh how I love this story and confused, lonely, even more dorktastic than normal Spencer. Though I was taken aback a bit by the lack of office supply innuendo. I mean, the post it notes were right there and asking for it. Poor Spence must’ve really been out of it not to be dwelling on the love life of her desk contents.

    13. sweet! an update! thank you thank you. who the hell was that other girl working? goodness. chinese always makes me feel better tho, at least she’s a smart one!

    14. sweet! an update! thank you thank you. who the hell was that other girl working? goodness. chinese always makes me feel better tho, at least she’s a smart one!

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