painting done by Pierra Auguste Renoir
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Rupert sure didn’t give up easily, Miranda thought. She felt sorry for him, but she just wasn’t in love with him. He was kind, but he didn’t compare to Phillipe. Her mind was drifting as he droned on, “Blah, blah, blah!”
She couldn’t stop thinking of Phillipe. His handsome face and french accent. He had talked about taking her to Paris, and going up in the Eiffel Tower. Her heart leapt at the thought of strolling the streets of Paris. Seeing the sights, finding a cafe and indulging in a French baguette and some eclairs. Sipping on a Cafe Parisian drink, she had always wanted to try one.
She could see the Arch of Triumph and visit the Louvre! Miranda loved museums and art galleries and its been a dream of hers for a long time to see the Louvre. She thought it would always remain just a dream, and then she met Phillipe.Ā The suave French guy who had swept her off her feet with his charm.
“Blah,blah,blah!” What was Rupert talking about now? She was catching bits and pieces but wasn’t sure about what pieces she should actually pay attention too.
Looking down at her watch she was surprised by the time. She was supposed to meet Phillipe very soon, she had to go.
She interrupted Rupert in mid sentence , “Rupert dear, I am sorry, but I am afraid you will have to excuse me. Wait? What is that sound? Oh Rupert, look, I do believe you left the hose running!”
He jumped up from his chair, and Miranda said goodbye, as she made a hasty exit when he was distracted.
Miranda touched up her hair and smoothed her dress, while her heart fluttered at the thought of being with Phillipe again.
The doorbell rang. She walked down the stairs with anticipation. Opened the front door and there he stood with a radiant smile holding a box of chocolate strawberries in his hand.
“Oh my favorite! Thank you soo..”
She gasped as she noticed what was behind him, a horse and carriage!
Phillipe took her hand, ” How would you like a ride through the park before dining at the finest restaurant? Only the finest for someone as beautiful as you. I thought we could talk about those plans for Paris as well, how soon would you like to go there?”
“Oh Phillipe, how I do love you!”
It was late when Miranda got home, the clock had almost struck 12. Phillipe joked that he had to get her home before their carriage turned into a pumpkin.
Miranda fell asleep with a full heart, after a delightful evening, with visions of Paris dancing in her head.
Time had flown, it was only 2 days before she was supposed to leave for Paris. Miranda thought she would go for a nice walk in the park, she was supposed to meet Phillipe that night. She was standing at the fountain in the park, when she thought she heard Phillipe’s voice!
Sure enough, he was sitting on a bench not too far away. who was that strawberry blonde haired lady sitting with him?
Miranda’s heart started beating fast, maybe it was just a cousin, or his sister. Had he ever mentioned a sister to her?
He put her arm around her and drew her close. Miranda couldn’t shut out the words she heard him saying to the lady. The same sweet romantic words that he had spoken to her. When she saw them start to kiss, the waterworks started and she knew she had to get out of there. Turning around she started running, with hot tears blinding her. She ran straight into someone.
Her cheeks flushed as she apologized, while still looking down at the ground.
“Miranda, what is wrong?”
“Rupert??” she wiped her eyes and looked up at him. She saw tenderness in his eyes as he looked at her.
“Oh Rupert, I have been such a fool!”,Ā she fell against him sobbing.
He wrapped his arms around her and rubbed her back, letting her cry.
Miranda felt a warmth in her heart at Rupert’s soothing words and gentle touch. Who needed Paris? A heart that cares is far more priceless!
Ir was Anna!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Oooh my gosh! Jason makes Betsy somehow pop up in my stories and you can’t forget about Anna! I think I need to send Betsy and Anna off to somewhere far far away!!
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Iām beginning to think that you are on (to) something.
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Well she is devious, shallow, insincere ……….. rather fits doesn’t it.
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And I once saw her sitting on a pumpkin all by herself.
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That clinches it! It IS Anna.
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Don’t listen to him, he doesn’t know what he is talking about, he was seeing things!
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Are you suggesting that we listen to you? Really? Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! He! He! He! He! Ha! Ha! Ha!
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Suggesting perhaps, but not expecting! I am just surprised each morning to find out that the men what white jackets haven’t come and taken any of you “stooges” away yet! š¤Ŗ
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Oh gosh!
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Let me guess in your delusional state you also saw Betsy in a field nearby?
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I think you saw Betsy. You keep bringing her back.
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“HAHA!” You are “funnny”. I am pretty confident that I am not the one who keeps bringing her back!
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You were the first to mention Betsy here š. I think that you secretly want another pun-filled Betsy story.
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I only mentioned Betsy, being that certain people were talking about Anna again!
But oh yes, Betsy, the troublemaker cow! With all the “smacks” she brought to my head, how could I not miss her! You are soooo smart to realize that. š
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hmmmm
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Ummm….not sure how I feel about your “hmmmm”! ?? š
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I was just trying to decide if you had had too much or not enough coffee.
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Ugh! My reply went to the wrong place. Like I was saying, I haven’t had enough of coffee! I am glad to know that your “hmmm..” wasn’t caused by Betsy trying to take over your thoughts.
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No, don’t think much about cows.
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Hmm…really? Just one special cow from time to time, right?
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Heyyy! Miranda isn’t all those things , Anna was BUT Anna is in jail now!
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You created her … and she is all those things based on your story.
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She was just swept up at first and not thinking straight! She came to her senses then!
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Not thinking straight was accurate. Her behaviour was terrible, unless you think that using people is acceptable. She wasn’t interested in whatisname until after she was dumped. Great! I would have told her to piss off!
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Oooh I knew I would hear an earful with this story!
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You knew that? Shall we add delusional to you character yet again?
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Nope, just mind reading again. š
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That’s what I said – Delusional!
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You know that word well, don’t you! š
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But they will be doomed to live a life of poverty, due to the high water bills from leaving the hose running all the time.
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Haha!
Yeah, a shame that Rupert has that problem! š
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I just hope that Miranda doesn’t have a similar problem with her mouth.
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Oh I am sure she doesn’t! Just Rupert!
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He’s a very lucky man, that Rupert.
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Yes, Miranda is so nice! And she is ever so patient with Rupert’s constant problem with letting his hose run! š
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Good. Sounds like she keeps her mouth shut.
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..mmm…!!
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She doesn’t seem nice to me. Leading Rupert on like she is listening to him, all the time pining for some jerk with a lousy accent. Rupert would be better off on his own.
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Oh gosh! She does listen to him, but she hears so much that her brain can’t take it all in you know. š
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A lucky man, huh? Playing second fiddle to some jerk with a lousy French accent. I’d send Miranda on her way.
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Maybe you’re right. Better to spend your time hosing the garden.
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That could get boring just talking to himself, I mean “hosing his garden.”
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But maybe boredom is better than insanity.
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“Haha!’ Talking to yourself for too long can lead to insanity.
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In your case? Yes I would have to agree.
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No I was talking about Tippy, not me!
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So What? I was talking about you.
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…mmm…!!
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No, answering yourself does it.
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Rather sad if your own voice is boring. I have lots of really interesting dialogues with me. Not boring at all.
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Of course it’s not boring. And of course you’re perfectly normal. There, there. Now just go back to your cell and everything will be alright.
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Colin, “perfectly normal!” ??? Thats a great laugh for the morning! š
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Careful now. Don’t upset the patient.
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Hey, he can’t be that mean to Miranda! She had her heart broken!
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She got what she did to Rupert.
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BUT she apologized to Rupert when she fell into his arms.
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Bleah
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That is supposed to be good for him? Being 2nd choice is not too complimentary!
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aww I loved this! Its true! That warm fuzzy feeling of love, in your heart, priceless! šš
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C’est bon!
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Yes, her relationship with Phillipe is over and done! š
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Glad to know that Betsy wasn’t trying to take over your thoughts. I can assure you that I haven’t had enough coffee!
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Rupert reminds me of myself. The droning on, the blah, blah, blah. I think that’s exactly what my students hear when I am teaching. At least this semester the blah, blah, blah will be somewhat muffled by my mask…
Oops, gotta go. I may have left the car running… š
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LOL!! Your poor students. š
Hmmm,car running….you are like Rupert, eh!
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Renoir and a story with a twist…I like it!
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Glad you liked it! š
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I am wanting to eat some French delicacies now. š
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Ooh, yum!
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