Where's my microscope?

So tell me about yourself!

Um...I like most things. I don’t like mean people and fully cooked vegetables. I had a dream once that I was a mouse.

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Flaversham. Olivia Flaversham. It’s not really work, it just should be done so I have a little more organization. I’m not a very organized person. I always lose things and I place things in odd places, so by doing this and create a spot for everything to begin with...oh dear, I hope I’m not boring you with my rambling, am I?

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Well, as you can see, the commotion is me. Sadly, there’s nothing interesting about it, just a lot of organization. 

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I don’t think I’ll be much help if you’re lost. I’m rather new here.

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Oh don’t apologize! I actually could use an extra hand...and you look like you’re very handy. Come over here and help.

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Organizing things. I have these five rather large boxes full of my stuff that I need to empty. Once that happens, I will be officially moved in.

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Olivia’s face turned into an ugly scowl. “Fucking cowards. How dare they do such a thing.” She focused her attention back to Basil. “We need to find out who did it and teach them a lesson.”

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No, but I think I can inspire others to do the same.

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Ooh la la. Let me know of I’m prying, but who is he? Or she? 

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Don’t worry, I won’t. You’re sweet side is safely hidden with me.

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Yes, I did actually. Spending my secondary school days with you types of girls gave me some comebacks to keep on hand. And what’s your problem? I mean, I understand being frank and honest to other people, but you don’t have to be so rude.