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Post by Deleted on Sept 14, 2013 21:15:19 GMT
| blame it on the girls who know what to do blame it on the boys who keep hitting on you blame it on your mother for the things she said blame it on your dad but you know he's dead |  |
With her left hand placed behind her, her right hand rose, a little hesitantly, to give three court knocks to the tall, thick wooden door. That, obviously was enough warning, Clara decided. This was an important matter and Uncle Primo wouldn't mind. So she reached to open the door and strolled inside her Uncle's study. After walking straight to the middle of the room, the petite girl turned and faced the occupant of the room. "Uncle Primo, there's something you really, really need to know!" She nodded innocently with a tiny smile. "It's urgent!"
PRIMO COHNLAIKA OF GANGNAM STYLE! |
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Post by PRIMO COHN on Nov 6, 2013 2:43:28 GMT
The thick arms of the chair set behind a mahogany desk cradled the yellow haired man while sat listlessly between them. Boredom had overtaken him midway through some "important" paperwork. His wife wouldn't let him leave until he was finished. In his opinion, if she wanted it done so badly, she should have done it herself. Or hired someone else too. He didn't have the attention span for it.
At the first distraction, which happened to be a visit from his precious niece, he dropped everything. "Clara! How good it is to see you. You look well! What urgent matter brings you here?" His eagerness was thick in his voice. Primo wanted anything but the paperwork to occupy his time. Anything. Clara just happened to be just the distraction he needed. She had perfect timing too. |
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Post by Deleted on Nov 21, 2013 22:23:40 GMT
Clara rolled on the balls of her feet, with a small smile. "I think the maid, the Greek one with bad Italin, she's done something bad in the garden. Blood's everywhere. I wish I was responsible." Clara pouted, folding her arms. She then looked outside the study's window, as if gesturing her uncle to do the same. PRIMO COHN |
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Post by PRIMO COHN on Dec 23, 2013 19:51:04 GMT
With a heavy sigh, Primo ran his hands through his thick hair. “It seems I must clean up after those annoying maids again.” There was always a mess. The maids never did their jobs. If they did, there wouldn’t be so many messes. What did he pay them for anyways? He cocked his head as he caught her eyes lingering on the window. He took a few paces towards the window and stopped. He could see whatever she was looking at from where he stood. "What is it?" |
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