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Post by Alexandra Foster on Sept 13, 2007 21:36:07 GMT
I shake my head, half-laughing and half-sobbing. "I'm sorry... I keep bringing up my mum when I know I'm going to cry... and then I keep forgetting that she's gonme, and I remember... and Angela's daddy, too, he was a good guy...." I take a deep breath to stop the rambling, and dab at my eyes with my sleeve. "Sorry."
((Well... not in real life....))
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Post by Peter Pettigrew on Sept 13, 2007 21:41:21 GMT
I shook my head. "It's okay, sometimes you just have to talk to someone.
<<yeah....but on here they're fun!>>
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Post by Alexandra Foster on Sept 13, 2007 21:48:14 GMT
I shrug. "But most people have worse problems...."
Than losing their mothers?
I shake my head. "I'm not the only one..."
... who feels like your heart was ripped out and then someone replaced it with a bag of ice so all your insides are getting frostbite?
I shrug again and take a gulp of firewhiskey.
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Post by Peter Pettigrew on Sept 13, 2007 22:41:09 GMT
I smiled wryly. "You think losing your mum is nothing compared to what others have gone through? You're wrong. Everyone's affected by this war in one way or another. And every way is painful."
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Post by Alexandra Foster on Sept 14, 2007 17:29:08 GMT
"Yeah, I guess," I say with a slight shrug. "Not every way is painful though... some people enjoy it." I take another gulp of firewhiskey, still hating the stuff, while glaring darkly at no one.
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Post by Peter Pettigrew on Sept 14, 2007 19:02:12 GMT
I shivered. "True, sadly."
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Post by Alexandra Foster on Sept 14, 2007 21:22:21 GMT
I shake my head and laugh weakly. "So... how did we get on this topic? Lat's just agree we hate the war and then move on to something else."
And forget about mum again... she's gone. You can talk to her later, cry a little later.... Just not when you're in public. Got it?
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Post by Peter Pettigrew on Sept 17, 2007 21:58:20 GMT
I laughed slightly and nodded. "Erm...we got on this topic to explain why we drink?" I asked, taking another swig.
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Post by Alexandra Foster on Sept 18, 2007 2:25:09 GMT
I laugh a little, putting my forehead in my hands. "Yeah... as good a reason as any, I guess." I sigh. "Is it bad that I feel so guilty about it?"
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Post by Peter Pettigrew on Sept 19, 2007 0:12:49 GMT
"About what? The drinking?"
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Post by Alexandra Foster on Sept 19, 2007 0:33:13 GMT
I shake my head. "Yeah..." Then I laugh. "Sorry I'm such a spoilsport... and that I actually used the word spoilsport."
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Post by Peter Pettigrew on Sept 19, 2007 1:05:31 GMT
I laughed. "It's okay, you don't have to drink if you don't want to. But if you EVER use that word again, I may just cut out your tongue."
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Post by Alexandra Foster on Sept 19, 2007 1:20:22 GMT
"Eeew..." I say. "What are you going to do with a cut-out tongue, spoilsport? Mount it on your wall?" I take a sip of firewhiskey. "And no... I'm just confused is all. It's actually pretty good."
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Post by Peter Pettigrew on Sept 19, 2007 1:37:11 GMT
I laughed slightly. "Isn't it?"
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Post by Alexandra Foster on Sept 19, 2007 16:17:59 GMT
"Yeah... spoilsport. Come on, I'm trying to see if you'll follow up on your threat, or if you're just a habitual liar." I grin, taking another sip.
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Post by Peter Pettigrew on Sept 19, 2007 22:40:28 GMT
I chuckled. "I'd totally do it if I didn't like you so much."
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Post by Alexandra Foster on Sept 20, 2007 13:18:04 GMT
"Ew..." I say. "So do you have a nice little collection of your enemies' tongues lying around?"
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Post by Peter Pettigrew on Sept 20, 2007 21:39:16 GMT
I chuckled. "I don't have many enemies!"
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Post by Alexandra Foster on Sept 21, 2007 13:14:32 GMT
I glance at him sideways. "Anymore, or to begin with?" I ask, laughing.
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Post by Peter Pettigrew on Sept 23, 2007 19:06:47 GMT
I burst out laughing. "You really want to know?" I joked.
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Post by Alexandra Foster on Sept 23, 2007 21:31:28 GMT
"Hm..." I edge away from him. "Well... are you going to have to put me on the list if I find out?"
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Post by Peter Pettigrew on Sept 23, 2007 23:37:05 GMT
I laughed. "Yup yup! And you'll end up under my bed or in my closet too!"
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Post by Alexandra Foster on Sept 24, 2007 19:16:29 GMT
"Ew... knowing you, neither place has probably ever been cleaned.... I think I'll go with ignorance if that's all right with you." I take a sip of firewhiskey. "Although I think you sort of gave yourself away there, Petey."
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Post by Peter Pettigrew on Sept 24, 2007 22:42:28 GMT
I chuckled again, finishing off my bottle and getting another. "Well, at least you'll know where to look now."
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Post by Alexandra Foster on Sept 25, 2007 0:43:53 GMT
"When the ministry officials start disappearing mysteriously?" I laugh. "Yep... you're top of the list there, Petey. You evil murderer you."
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Post by Peter Pettigrew on Sept 25, 2007 21:49:39 GMT
I chuckled. "Yup yup, you know me."
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Post by Alexandra Foster on Sept 25, 2007 21:53:55 GMT
I shake my head and give an exasperated sigh. "Have you at least stopped feasting on the hearts of your enemies?"
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Post by Peter Pettigrew on Sept 25, 2007 22:50:46 GMT
I sighed. "I told you, I only do it on weekends!"
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Post by Alexandra Foster on Sept 25, 2007 23:04:35 GMT
"And livers on Fridays?" I ask with a grin. "Ew... scratch that. Why would you eat someone's liver? I mean isn't that where the toxins go?"
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Post by Peter Pettigrew on Sept 25, 2007 23:22:52 GMT
I made a face and nodded. "I think so."
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