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Post by Madeline Speare on Jul 1, 2007 16:27:57 GMT
I smile wrapping my arms around his neck,"And you couldn't just say that instead of nice?" I tease.
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Post by Ian Hunt on Jul 1, 2007 16:38:08 GMT
"Well, taking into account how talented I am at articulating..." I say sarcastically, putting my arms round her waist.
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Post by Madeline Speare on Jul 1, 2007 16:40:50 GMT
"Touche'" I laugh lightly, resting my forehead against his.
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Post by Ian Hunt on Jul 1, 2007 16:41:59 GMT
I smile, kissing her lightly.
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Post by Madeline Speare on Jul 1, 2007 16:48:53 GMT
I kiss him back for a moment,"So what do you think? Should the dress be shorter or is it fine like this?" I tease.
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Post by Ian Hunt on Jul 1, 2007 16:50:17 GMT
"I think it's fine like that. Don't want too many people eyeing you up." I laugh slightly.
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Post by Madeline Speare on Jul 1, 2007 16:59:49 GMT
"It's a family reunion who's gonna be eyeing me up?" I ask struggling not to smile.
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Post by Ian Hunt on Jul 1, 2007 17:04:39 GMT
"Dirty inbred cousins? I don't know."
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Post by Madeline Speare on Jul 1, 2007 17:09:04 GMT
I laugh,"Yes of course how could I forget about them?"
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Post by Ian Hunt on Jul 1, 2007 17:10:15 GMT
"I don't know. Slipped your mind?" I laugh.
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Post by Madeline Speare on Jul 1, 2007 17:14:06 GMT
I laugh letting go of him,"Yes it must havem let me go change, so we can pay for this and get going."
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Post by Ian Hunt on Jul 1, 2007 17:15:22 GMT
"Okay,"
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Post by Madeline Speare on Jul 1, 2007 17:21:50 GMT
"Be right back." I say kissing him lightly then heading back to the dressing rooms to change.
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Post by Ian Hunt on Jul 1, 2007 17:25:02 GMT
I lean up against a counter, waiting for her.
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Post by Madeline Speare on Jul 1, 2007 19:48:10 GMT
"Bloody hell." I mutter giving a groan as I try to fit back into my jeans. "Don't tell me you don't fit." I curse zipping them up. I look at myself in the mirror."God I'm fat." I mutter running a hand through my hair.
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Post by Ian Hunt on Jul 1, 2007 19:52:28 GMT
"You ever coming out of there?" I call into the changing rooms.
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Post by Madeline Speare on Jul 1, 2007 19:59:15 GMT
"So everyone can see how fat I've gotten? No thank you!" I call back.
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Post by Ian Hunt on Jul 1, 2007 20:01:20 GMT
"What the hell are you talking about?"
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Post by Madeline Speare on Jul 1, 2007 20:06:12 GMT
"I am fat!"
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Post by Ian Hunt on Jul 1, 2007 20:09:21 GMT
"No, you're not."
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Post by Madeline Speare on Jul 1, 2007 20:15:01 GMT
"My thighs are an epidemic and they're taking over the world!" I whine.
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Post by Ian Hunt on Jul 1, 2007 20:18:11 GMT
I laugh slightly, "You're not fat. Come out of there."
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Post by Madeline Speare on Jul 1, 2007 20:23:14 GMT
"No, I am not coming out." I say leaning agaisnt the door.
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Post by Ian Hunt on Jul 1, 2007 20:25:17 GMT
"I'm coming in, in a minute." I warn her.
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Post by Madeline Speare on Jul 1, 2007 20:29:25 GMT
"Do the words; women's dressing room mean nothing to you?"
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Post by Ian Hunt on Jul 1, 2007 20:30:46 GMT
"No. Nothing."
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Post by Madeline Speare on Jul 1, 2007 20:32:36 GMT
"Well too bad for you, I'm not opening the door."
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Post by Ian Hunt on Jul 1, 2007 20:33:56 GMT
"Open the door...please..." I say, "Look, I said please and everything."
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Post by Madeline Speare on Jul 1, 2007 20:37:10 GMT
"So? What do you want from me a cookie?"
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Post by Ian Hunt on Jul 1, 2007 20:37:59 GMT
"What? No. I want you to open the door."
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