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She stood up, said a few choice words to her sister (something along the lines of ) and stormed to the kitchen, only to find that there was no milk left as the cat had had it all that morning.Grabbing some coins from the counter and shoving her feet into the first pair of shoes she saw – which, incidentally, were Petunia's – Lily stomped out of the house, slamming the door behind her, making sure to scuff the shoes as she walked. The purpose of this site is to introduce people to the world of girl-oriented anime gaming, where you play a female character and pursue one of several available beautiful boys for a romantic relationship. You might be running a country or saving the world at the same time!Princesses, ninjas, wizards, ballerinas, sports stars - otome heroines can be anything.

Once downstairs, she was faced with a particularly grouchy Petunia. Lily, munching on a piece of toast, asked, "How was your date last night?

"Lily scowled, and in a sardonic tone, "Well, I'm , all I did was ask one question about your relationship –"Petunia huffed, "Do you really want to know? I told Vernon about your witchy rubbish and he didn't believe me, and then we had a massive argument and everything's ruined and –""Why did you argue?

If he loves you he won't mind." Lily said, thinking (not for the first time) that Vernon must have been the worst boyfriend in the entire universe."What, won't mind that you're a freak? As if you even know anything about it –" Petunia paused, flicking her long blonde hair obnoxiously. Her sister continued, "– like you could ever get a boyfriend anyway."At least, that was how an extremely irritated Lily recalled the dispute.

“More improvements.” She nodded, keeping her eyes closed. My mood wasn’t going to change while she was still pressed against me… She sounds fine in her head.” If I’d ever been willing to use the word ‘miracle’ with a straight face… She’d been asking every few minutes if it was time yet. Dad cut her steak for her because she could barely hold her fork. Didn’t mix well with the blood, I guess…” “I don’t smell vomit.” “I carried her upstairs…

She clung to me instead of moving away when Brandon walked in to stop at the foot of the bed. She had enough control to flip me off with both hands when I reminded her being conscious meant no more blood. We set her up on the sofa, so she watched a couple of movies. Sookie can sit up just fine, but we haven’t tried her legs yet…

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