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<channel><title>Crystalline Valley - johnson2</title><link>http://crystallinevalley.weebly.com/johnson2.html</link><description>johnson2</description><pubDate>Thu, 15 May 2008 08:05:16 +0700</pubDate><generator>Weebly</generator><item><title>Johnson - Round Two</title><link>http://crystallinevalley.weebly.com/14/post/2008/03/first-post.html</link><comments>http://crystallinevalley.weebly.com/14/post/2008/03/first-post.html#comments</comments><pubDate>Fri, 14 Mar 2008 19:10:02 +0700</pubDate><category><![CDATA[Uncategorized]]></category><guid isPermaLink="false">http://crystallinevalley.weebly.com/14/post/2008/03/first-post.html</guid><description><![CDATA[<div ><div style="text-align: center;"><a><img src="/uploads/7/2/1/5/72152/4428786.jpg" style="margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 10px; border: 1px solid black;" /></a></div></div><p  style=" text-align: center; "><STRONG>Rebecca: </STRONG>Dad finally proposed to Janine. They're so cute together.</p><div ><div style="text-align: center;"><a> [...] ]]></description><content:encoded><![CDATA[<div ><div style="text-align: center;"><a><img src="/uploads/7/2/1/5/72152/4428786.jpg" style="margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 10px; border: 1px solid black;" /></a></div></div><p  style=" text-align: center; "><STRONG>Rebecca: </STRONG>Dad finally proposed to Janine. They're so cute together.</p><div ><div style="text-align: center;"><a><img src="/uploads/7/2/1/5/72152/8506812.jpg" style="margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 10px; border: 1px solid black;" /></a></div></div><p  style=" text-align: center; "><STRONG>Rebecca:</STRONG> I'm glad he's happy, and I'm more than stoked about&nbsp;Emily becoming my step-sister, but..&nbsp;</p><div ><div style="text-align: center;"><a><img src="/uploads/7/2/1/5/72152/9823102.jpg" style="margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 10px; border: 1px solid black;" /></a></div></div><p  style=" text-align: center; "><STRONG>Rebecca:</STRONG> I'm not dumb. I know where he's going when he leaves for work in the evening. And Janine.. well, she's on the Crystalline Valley police force. If I can put two and two together, so can she.</p><div ><div style="text-align: center;"><a><img src="/uploads/7/2/1/5/72152/2723592.jpg" style="margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 10px; border: 1px solid black;" /></a></div></div><p  style=" text-align: center; "><STRONG>Rebecca:</STRONG> Grandma.. do you think Dad's a criminal?<br /><STRONG>Rosemary:</STRONG> That's nonsense, Rebecca! Don't even suggest a thing like that about your father. He's marrying a policewoman, isn't he?<br /><STRONG>Rebecca:</STRONG> Yes, but-<br /><STRONG>Rosemary:</STRONG> What color do you think the bridesmaids dresses should be? Green would bring out those&nbsp;lovely eyes Emily has, don't you think? <br /><STRONG>Rebecca:</STRONG> After that Grandma went off on a tangent about wedding plans, making it impossible to bring the subject back up. </p><div ><div style="text-align: center;"><a><img src="/uploads/7/2/1/5/72152/8149041.jpg" style="margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 10px; border: 1px solid black;" /></a></div></div><p  style=" text-align: center; "><STRONG>Rebecca:</STRONG> I resolved to talk to Dad about it, but everytime I went to talk to him, I couldn't bring it up. He's just so happy all the time now. I couldn't ruin it by letting him know that his own daughter knows he's a bank robber.</p><div ><div style="text-align: center;"><a><img src="/uploads/7/2/1/5/72152/8936016.jpg" style="margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 10px; border: 1px solid black;" /></a></div></div><p  style=" text-align: center; "><STRONG>Rebecca:</STRONG> It turns out that I wouldn't be the one to bring Dad down from his engagement high. Grandpa passed away of old age one night shortly after returning from work. </p><div ><div style="text-align: center;"><a><img src="/uploads/7/2/1/5/72152/7312363.jpg" style="margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 10px; border: 1px solid black;" /></a></div></div><p  style=" text-align: center; "><STRONG>Rebecca:</STRONG> Grandma cried for days. Nothing could cheer her up. </p><div ><div style="text-align: center;"><a><img src="/uploads/7/2/1/5/72152/3044493.jpg" style="margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 10px; border: 1px solid black;" /></a></div></div><p  style=" text-align: center; "><STRONG>Patrick:</STRONG> You know, Mom, Janine and I could post-pone the wedding.<br /><STRONG>Rosemary:</STRONG> No. You are having this wedding if it's the last thing I do.<br /><STRONG>Rebecca</STRONG>: And with that, wedding plans were back on full force.</p>]]></content:encoded></item></channel></rss>
