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Room 512, Monday night
Jan. 28th, 2008 07:40 pmBrooke was seemingly having a staring contest with Suri the egg baby. On one hand, she'd like to go out and do something, but she didn't want to leave Suri on her own, and she didn't want to have to carry her with her everywhere. "This responsible parent thing sucks," Brooke said.
Suri didn't answer. Since Fandom was weird, Brooke was relieved.
"Real babies at least do something," she went on. "There's crying or smiling or something that makes the parent think they're not wasting their time. I assume."
Still nothing. Despite her words, this was a yay.
"You're so cramping my social life," Brooke complained.
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Suri didn't answer. Since Fandom was weird, Brooke was relieved.
"Real babies at least do something," she went on. "There's crying or smiling or something that makes the parent think they're not wasting their time. I assume."
Still nothing. Despite her words, this was a yay.
"You're so cramping my social life," Brooke complained.
[Open if you'd like.]
