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Posted: Sun Jun 15, 2014 10:39 pm
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Posted: Sun Jun 15, 2014 10:44 pm
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Married Conversationalist
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Posted: Sun Jun 15, 2014 10:57 pm
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Posted: Sun Jun 15, 2014 11:01 pm
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Married Conversationalist
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Posted: Tue Jun 17, 2014 12:42 am
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Only a week later, Alyson was doing much better and she was able to walk around and eat and live like a normal person within her home. Although being able to sustain the stamina to dance ballet was something that still needed work. Still, it was better than when she was a ghost, so she was perfectly happy to be alive again. She had moved back up to her room, her ballet shoes taking their place on the stand until she had gained enough strength to dance again.
Because Conrad had taken care of her, she had gotten rather used to his presence in her house, so now that she was feeling better . . . she didn't ask him to leave. Instead, she said nothing and just continued to allow him to live in her guest bedroom. She was getting the newspaper again, and aside from enjoying the daily sudoku puzzles, she was finally able to catch up on the world. What she read about shocked and surprised her. In one way, technology had advanced so far since she had died. In another way . . . it seemed that more and more tragedies were occurring. Still, that wasn't what she really read the newspaper for. She was looking for job listings, but those were few and far between. So she had mail-ordered something called a laptop. She looked over at Conrad, an idea suddenly running through her head. "Hey . . . how long have you been alive? Er . . . undead?" she asked curiously, looking up from the paper, unable to follow the current article. These diseases . . . she had no idea what they were talking about or where they had originated.
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Posted: Tue Jun 17, 2014 12:50 am
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Married Conversationalist
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Posted: Tue Jun 17, 2014 12:59 am
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Posted: Tue Jun 17, 2014 1:06 am
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Married Conversationalist
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Posted: Tue Jun 17, 2014 1:16 am
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Posted: Tue Jun 17, 2014 1:26 am
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Married Conversationalist
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Posted: Tue Jun 17, 2014 1:34 am
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Alyson rolled her eyes. "I know how the telephone works." she scoffed as he led her to it. What she saw, however, was not what she was expecting. "How does it work?" she asked, eyes wide as she turned over the device in her hands. "I mean, I know that it can call and how to make those calls, but how does it work?!" she asked. "It's so tiny! And there's no wires!" she exclaimed, completely blown away by this technological advancement. "Wait, are there even telephone operators anymore?!" she asked, looking at Conrad, seeming rather lost. "Green button answers, red one hangs up. Numbers get pressed." she said before laying the phone down on the bedside table. She was afraid she would break it. It was just so small compared to what had been coming out before she had died.
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Posted: Tue Jun 17, 2014 1:44 am
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Married Conversationalist
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Posted: Tue Jun 17, 2014 2:02 am
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Posted: Tue Jun 17, 2014 2:11 am
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Married Conversationalist
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Posted: Tue Jun 17, 2014 2:28 am
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