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Brooke sat on the porch of her home. She had a mug in hand and a half gallon of tea on the table next to her. She sat looking at a dress magazine while waiting for people to arrive to the range. "Why do people enjoy wearing them?" She said with disgust looking at a short blue dress with a few frills. "Why would anyone want to wear such..." Brooke thought for a moment before continuing. "...such 'stylish' death cloaks?" She chucked the magazine across her front yard. "Damn mailman, trying to piss me off I bet." She crossed her arms before realizing that a young couple had pulled up to her driveway. "Um, miss." The guy called. "What!?" Brooke replied angrily. "Were is the nearest gas station?" He said, a bit scared. "It's about 10 miles from here, but the gas is terrible an filled with bad things." "Oh.. um okay.." The boy replied. His girlfriend whispered something under her breath, but Brooke could hear what it was, "You're so checking her out!" She looked away, mad at her boyfriend. "Thanks, lady." Then as he rolled up his window he argued with his girlfriend. "I was not!" "Yes you were, before you asked me out you said you were in to blondes!" The continued to argue as they pulled out. "Stacy, this is why I avoid civilization." She said to her pet as he walked outside to enjoy the rest of the day with her. Stacy looked at Brooke then made some turtle noise that translated into, "Don't worry Brooke! I will distract them!" "Oh, what a pal!" She exclaimed as she rubbed the top of his head. "But can you name me something more manly?" He emphasized manly. "I'll think of something." Brook said just before she heard screams in the distance. "Did you hear that?!" She asked Stacy. "No, I'm a turtle thus having poor hearing." "Don't sass me, Stacy!" "Can I please have some tea?"