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Post by buttersstotch on Oct 23, 2011 1:50:15 GMT -5
"Oh, my dad doesn't like me swearing. He told me it is bad for me!" but he knew he swore when situations were appropriate.
Once Craig decided what he wanted to play, another smile appeared on his face as he held his hand tighter. "Okay! We can go to my house and we can make out space helmets out of tinfoil! We can even ask my mom to use the tubber wear!" Excited now that someone actually wanted to play with him.
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Post by souless on Oct 23, 2011 2:03:35 GMT -5
Craig raised an eyebrow again, and didn't say anything about his dad not wanting Butters to swear.
He did smirk when he saw the smile on Butters' face. "Sure, dude.." he agreed, taking one last look at the grave at their feet before turning to go and play with Butters, not caring how much he never thought he'd say something like that.
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