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    Bag Your Own, 3

     

    Bette: “For starters, where is Shane, Alice?  Because I haven’t seen her all day.  Don’t you think it’s odd that she hasn’t made an appearance yet?”

     

    Alice: “Oh Bette, you’re grasping at straws my friend.   She was probably out late last night and slept inyou got nothing.”

     

    Bette: “And Jenny, Alice.where’s our little Jenny today?  Because I haven’t seen her either”

     

    Alice: “Piece a cakeshe’s probably sitting on her bed; knees up to her chin, rocking back and forth while she stares at herself in the mirror, you know how she can kill hours at a time doing that.”

     

    Bette cocked her head, “You think you’ve got all the answers, don’t you?  Well, we’ll just have to wait and see what’s behind door number three then.  I myself only know one thing for sure”

     

    Alice: “And what’s that, Bette?”

     

    Bette reached out and grabbed the collar on Alice‘s shirt.  She pulled her in close and whispered, “I’ll be right next to you when does.  White on rice, Alicewhite on rice!”

     

    She let go of Alice‘s collar and shot off a wink as she walked on.  Alice nervously gulped down some air and looking up at the sky, whispered, “Where are you?” before following the echo of Bette’s snapping fingers.

     

     

    Tina looked at her watch and leaning her head back into the seat, said, “I’m going to look for them.  It’s almost eleven, you guys.”

     

    Dana had fallen asleep on Kit’s shoulder and as she tried to gently push her away without waking her, Kit said, “Now don’t go getting yourself involved in that mess.  If you’re serious about being a vegetarian, you sure don’t want to see what goes on at a turkey shoot.”

     

    Tina turned to face the carnivores.  “I think she’s about to drool.”

     

    Kit stopped what she was doing and said, “No *****, why the ***** you think I’m trying to get her heavy ***** head off of me.  Funny, it doesn’t look heavy.and yet it’s heavier than a mother *****.”

     

    Tina turned and faced forward.  She exhaled deeply as she began impatiently slapping at her thighs.  She squinted at the baron trees before her and said, “***** it.  You guys can have a god damn turkey if you want a god damn turkey!  Okay, I give, uncle, uncle.alright, you happy?  You win.  Now I’m going to get them before Alice kills them both.”

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    1. oh tina’s twins. i love it when you include my favorite character(s). awesome story as always. thanks for bringing us a fun story. i’m sure we need some of that before season three begins!

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