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CAROLYN COLLINS.

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letโ€™s not make a big deal out of it. โ€”;carolyn collins-stoddard โ€”;apathetic werewolf โ€”;literate and descriptive โ€”;a buzz of #๐š‹๐šž๐š–๐š‹๐š•๐šŽ๐š‹๐šŽ๐šŽ โ€”;rt?


She knows that Elizabeth has made some unsavory remark but she couldnโ€™t possibly hear it nor did she care to.


She locks her door and cranks up Alice Cooper as loud as itโ€™ll go.


โ€œWhy shouldnโ€™t I know how to respond to people thanking me? It does happen so often.โ€

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โ€œYouโ€™re very welcome.โ€ Said as if Elizabeth were actually thanking her.

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A spectacular look on her.

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โ€œIโ€™m going out!โ€ She called back. Carolyn couldnโ€™t stand this place. During her break, she would be away whenever possible.

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โ€œIโ€™ll do whatever I like.โ€ Including turning on her heel and storming off to her room.

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A low, canine-esque growl bellowed in her throat. It had started happening whenever she was angry. It was also a party trick.

Brow arching at the slightest hint of amusement Barnabus simply nodded his head and complied with her wishes. โ€œIt seems that she is never in the best of spirits. Must be a dog thing.โ€



She flashed a fake, sneering smile at her mother. โ€œLovely to see you too, Elizabeth.โ€

Brow arching at the slightest hint of amusement Barnabus simply nodded his head and complied with her wishes. โ€œIt seems that she is never in the best of spirits. Must be a dog thing.โ€



โ€œUgh!โ€ She had no patience for him. โ€œGo the fuck away!โ€

Two years had passed since his arrival and yet he was still uncertain of much of the lingo. โ€œScrew off? Screw off what? Must you always speak in unrecognizable riddles?โ€



Spectacular to know that her mother /still/ doesnโ€™t care whether sheโ€™s home or not.


She didnโ€™t know what that meant but she was offended anyway. โ€œYouโ€™re just weird. Screw off.โ€ Without even looking at him.

Setting back into the manor the male noticed the bags, he then wryly poked them with his cane. What on earth was this disgusting mess. โ€œWho would dirty the beauty of the manor with such... things. The corner keeper must be home.โ€



She just drops her bags full of dirty laundry at the door, someone else will take care of them, and goes off to her room, promptly locking the door.


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