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Posted: Sat Feb 05, 2011 2:52 pm
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Posted: Sat Feb 05, 2011 3:01 pm
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Chef_Karrie ((The following scene took place Wednesday night...)) *after driving home on the semi-cleared roads, Karrie was glad to see the lights of his house as he pulled into the driveway. After he parked the car, he walked up to the front door and opened it* I'm home. *sees the rose petals on the floor* What's this? *takes his coat and boots off before starting to follow the trail*
Amy sighed in relief when she heard Karrie's voice in the house. The weather outside had made her nervous, especially since Karrie had been driving.
She waited for Karrie to follow the trail of rose petals into the kitchen and then held her hands on at the sides. "Welcome home, Karrie! I know how stressful things have been for you lately, so I wanted to do something special for you to hopefully give you a chance to relax. Plus... I know how cheesy this sounds, but I just love you so much and I love being with you, and I wanted to do something to express that."
She went over to the stove. "In 10 minutes, a roast will be ready. I put vegetables in with it, and on the stove, I've been simmering extra broth to put over everything. There's also a chocolate cake in the fridge."
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Posted: Sat Feb 05, 2011 3:05 pm
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Posted: Sat Feb 05, 2011 3:06 pm
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Posted: Sat Feb 05, 2011 3:16 pm
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Posted: Sat Feb 05, 2011 3:18 pm
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Posted: Sat Feb 05, 2011 3:29 pm
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Posted: Sat Feb 05, 2011 3:33 pm
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Posted: Sat Feb 05, 2011 3:38 pm
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>> Present Time <<
Daniel busied himself about his tiny residence, though with it being so tiny, beginning busy didn't take very long. He straightened his eclectic collection of books on their shelves, most of them already sorted by subject and alphabetized. His kitchen was as bare as it had been since he had first moved in. The stove and compact fridge were well used but functional. The two cabinets in the room were empty though, he hadn't seen any need to procure flatware for obvious reasons. And aside from his chair in the back room, and his new keyboard in the front room, the only other piece of furniture in the place was the small love seat which also doubled as fold away single bed. Not that he had used that either.
So for the last hour or so, Daniel had sat and tapped away at the keyboard. An advantage of having such perfect memory had been the learning of different songs. He had read several sheets of music and other scores, and they were all nicely locked away. However, learning which notes were which had taken a little longer. He was getting the hang of it though. He just wished that his playing didn't feel so mechanical.
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Posted: Sat Feb 05, 2011 3:43 pm
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Posted: Sat Feb 05, 2011 3:43 pm
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Posted: Sat Feb 05, 2011 3:45 pm
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Posted: Sat Feb 05, 2011 3:51 pm
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Posted: Sat Feb 05, 2011 3:55 pm
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Posted: Sat Feb 05, 2011 3:58 pm
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