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Post by Selene "Twigg" Richards on Mar 24, 2008 7:00:46 GMT -5
Well at least he had enough arrogance to fit in here at White Hill, not that she could judge him for it, she was one of the vainest people she had ever had the pleasure to have known, and it didn't make her to popular around the place with a few of the girls, she was constantly being badgered by people like that damn goody goody Emma Prince, hell the girl did her head in. Looking over at her son she gave him a grin and blew him a quick kiss before leaning back again, still watching him struggle with the instrument. "What made you want to come to White Hill then? If you don't mind me saying you look more of a city type to me," the lamborghini told her he definitely didn't need the money a career from music would bring him, like people like Twigg.
Eyes twinkling again at her son she nodded as he commented on his age. "Ah to be one again," then again would Twigg live her life any differently? She'd probably still have moved here from London at her parents wishes, probably still have got drunk and slept with Miller, still have got pregnant, still have had Tyler... of course she would she wouldn't change it for the world. At his question she flashed him a look that conveyed 'you don't even know the half of it,' effortlessly. "Yeah, it's hard, but my best friend and her brother help out, and I guess, I have to cope, there's no one else to do it for me."
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