Snippet #1329492

Luke automatically stepped in front of Autumn and caught her by her wrists as she slammed into him. He lost his balance slightly but didn't fall. He exhaled once in relief, he'd been momentarily worried that she was going to fall and get hurt. He wondered if falling down the stairs would hurt now that they were werewolves.

"A clumsy werewolf" he asked, raising an eyebrow, "Way to go with originality."

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"I'll do it," Minnie chirped, "New plan. I'll take out the garbage. Emily can wash the dishes and Hope can dry. And when I get back, I'll put them all away okay?"
She skipped over to the garbage and easily picked up the reeking bag nearly bursting with garbage.

"So typical how all of the guys have just conviently dissapeared now that there's cleaning to do," she said, "Oh well, not that they're very useful for much anyway." She laughed at her own joke before carrying the bag outside to the curb, where she disposed of it in the garbage can.