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*sits on floor, hugging knees* I let criminals in my house. But you know, that's my fault for believing them... Im lucky nothing happened to me, because one was arrested for... For uh... *whispers on Marie's ear*

Oh... Hey Marie... Please come in. *my house is wrecked and almost empty*

Oh, Marie... *slowly approaches the door* R-Right?

*is alarmed* GO AWAY CREEPERS!

*hasn't slept for a day* Why... Did... I... Let... Criminals in my house?

*wakes up* Tracey: Mornin'. DAH! Why are you in my bed?! Tracey: It was either bed with you, or couch with matthew

Well, I cannot give you more, because I forget these words: THE END

WELL! It sure has been a while... Never the less, I shall update... Perhaps now? Piggy entered the house quietly, she didn't want to be noticed... They might have found out the truth. It was late. To tell you the truth, after she dropped off Robin, she drove to a bar, and attempted to...

(Oh :P) Did I say prison? I meant research facility! :P

***Marie? Marie?!*** Guys, we have to go save my friend! Tracey: *gets up, knocking Matthew over* GREAT! Where is she? Prison. Matthew: Maybe it's best that I stay behind... I am an escaped convict...

***Marie? Zat you?*** -AT MY APARTMENT- Tracey: -__- Matthew: *Is curled up next to him* ^__^

Well that was easy. There he is. He looks sad... Tracey: So? Go talk to him! Tracey: You talk to him! No, he's your loverboy. Tracey: -__- No he's not. Ugh. A woman must do EVERYTHING around here. *I walk to Matthew* Matthew...? Matthew: Hmm? Oh, Jaz, you've escaped... EDIT...

( :P ) Tracey: Shut. Up. Heh heh *wipes tears* Sorry, I'm really immature to this stuff... But I think that's cute. Tracey: But I'm not gay. Hee hee, ok, sure. Well let's go. *runs out of apartment* Tracey: *runs after*

By the way, what happened to Chris and Matthew? Tracey: Chris got the hotseat, cuz he was on death row, and I think Matthew escaped. Well, should we look for him? Tracey: No. He's... Attracted to me... *laughs on the floor* HE'S GAY! HA HA HA HA HA!!!

Tracey: Well, where's your kitchen? Where do you think? Tracey: -__- I'm just sayin'. Tracey: Do you enjoy making me mad? Yes, it makes me feel tingly inside. Tracey: Whatever.

(Let's see... How old will I be in 80 years? LOL My character is just a Hopeless romantic.) Don't tell me you like me. Tracey: I don't. I don't blame you if you do. I know that I'm absolutely irrisistible. Tracey: *rolls eyes* Yes, I am your own personal Troll.

Tracey: Why're you so scared? B-Because of what you made me promise, and I'm a girl, and... *screams* Tracey: Relax. It's ok, you do not have to keep that promise if you don't want to. O___O Tracey: Jaz? What? Go stay in my son's old room or something! Tracey: Soooo... You had a kid...

-At my apartment- Hey, I was invited to my friend's wedding! Woot! Tracey: Can I come? No, I'm sure Johnny and Yuna wouldn't want a former criminal at their wedding... Tracey: Yeah, well I was only arrested for harrassment. What... Kind? Tracey: *smirks* O___O *screams while...

Well, I gotta... Go home now. Tracey: Mind if I come? ... Uhhh... Ok?

*bumps into Tracey* Tr-Tracey? What are you doing out of prison? Tracey: What, you thought you were the only one who escaped? O___O Tracey: I'm only joking. They never found out that I helped you escape and my good behavior record was still intact. So I was released. Uh, good for you!