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Post by Angel Simons on Aug 6, 2007 20:28:37 GMT
Angel nodded. "All right. I'll bring my life savings and just a couple of spare clothes. I have nothing that I can't bear to leave behind except photo's and they're easy to take."
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Post by Ian Hunt on Aug 6, 2007 20:31:28 GMT
"And before anyone tells you otherwise, we're not likely to get ambushed, no one's going to be dying, we're not going to get found out as liars, and no one will doubt the cover story and have to eliminated. Just ignore Will, he gets paranoid."
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Post by Angel Simons on Aug 6, 2007 20:33:13 GMT
Angel nodded. "Okay."
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Post by Ian Hunt on Aug 6, 2007 20:38:29 GMT
"You can back out you know. You still have a lot here."
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Post by Angel Simons on Aug 6, 2007 20:43:51 GMT
"No, I want to go," Angel said. "I've lost most things I have here anyway."
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Post by Ian Hunt on Aug 6, 2007 20:47:48 GMT
"Well, if you're sure then."
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Post by Angel Simons on Aug 6, 2007 20:48:26 GMT
Angel nodded. "I'm sure."
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Post by Ian Hunt on Aug 6, 2007 20:52:29 GMT
"Okay."
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Post by Angel Simons on Aug 6, 2007 20:54:44 GMT
"Yeah."
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Post by Ian Hunt on Aug 6, 2007 21:08:46 GMT
"And we run out of things to say..."
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Post by Angel Simons on Aug 6, 2007 21:10:14 GMT
"Yet again. We always do that," Angel smiled.
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Post by Ian Hunt on Aug 6, 2007 21:22:41 GMT
"I know," I smile slightly, "We need things to talk about."
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Post by Angel Simons on Aug 6, 2007 21:25:59 GMT
"So right," Angel sighed.
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Post by Ian Hunt on Aug 6, 2007 21:29:46 GMT
"Think of anything?"
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Post by Angel Simons on Aug 6, 2007 21:32:54 GMT
"Nope. You?"
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Post by Ian Hunt on Aug 6, 2007 23:00:06 GMT
"Nope."
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Post by Angel Simons on Aug 6, 2007 23:01:51 GMT
"We suck at this conversation thing."
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Post by Ian Hunt on Aug 6, 2007 23:28:03 GMT
"Yeah, really badly."
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Post by Angel Simons on Aug 7, 2007 9:23:07 GMT
"Yeah," Angel said, half-smiling.
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Post by Ian Hunt on Aug 7, 2007 11:34:28 GMT
"Fuck yeah."
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Post by Angel Simons on Aug 7, 2007 11:37:56 GMT
"The cycle," Angel pointed out.
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Post by Ian Hunt on Aug 7, 2007 11:41:15 GMT
"Oh yeah, sorry."
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Post by Angel Simons on Aug 7, 2007 11:42:10 GMT
"You don't mean it."
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Post by Ian Hunt on Aug 7, 2007 16:21:34 GMT
"Yeah, and?"
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Post by Angel Simons on Aug 7, 2007 18:55:15 GMT
"That's not nice," Angel laughed, nudging him lightly.
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Post by Ian Hunt on Aug 7, 2007 19:10:57 GMT
"Sorry," I say again, nudging her back.
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Post by Angel Simons on Aug 7, 2007 22:37:56 GMT
"You don't mean it!" Angel yelled, poking him.
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Post by Ian Hunt on Aug 8, 2007 12:45:34 GMT
"I did that time. Most sincerely." I say, attempting to keep a straight face.
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Post by Angel Simons on Aug 9, 2007 12:24:10 GMT
"You suck at acting," Angel said, half-smiling.
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Post by Ian Hunt on Aug 9, 2007 18:50:35 GMT
"Good job I've never wanted to be an actor then, isn't it?" I smile.
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