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Pushy Puppies Act I

Setting: My apartment

Time: 5:30

*Begin Scene*

Rose is sitting at her kitchen table (which is in the living room. Hey i wanted to be able to see the TV while i eat) checking facebook. She scrolls down the page.

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Ignoring it, She switches to her Twitter account

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Reads various tweets of people she follows

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Rose signs off Twitter. Switches over to EW.com, reads current popwatch blog

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Switches over to Blogger

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Looks at blogs of note page looking for one she was reading earlier

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Finds blog continues reading it

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Finishes blog, switches over to blogger dashboard to look at other posts from the day

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"What Nixon!"

Hi, mom

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