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Post by Madeline Speare on Jul 13, 2007 21:23:53 GMT
"It's been that way my whole life, poor little Madeline can't look after herself, poor helpless little Madeline." I spat."I'm not a child."
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Post by Ian Hunt on Jul 13, 2007 21:25:01 GMT
"I know."
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Post by Madeline Speare on Jul 13, 2007 21:32:43 GMT
"Wish everyone else did."
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Post by Ian Hunt on Jul 13, 2007 21:34:03 GMT
"Wishing doesn't make it so."
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Post by Madeline Speare on Jul 13, 2007 21:48:18 GMT
"Yeah, I know that."
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Post by Ian Hunt on Jul 13, 2007 21:49:08 GMT
"Yeah."
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Post by Madeline Speare on Jul 13, 2007 22:29:24 GMT
"I just wish they could see it you know? See that I'm all grown up and able to look after myself, I don't need someone constantly watching my every move."
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Post by Ian Hunt on Jul 14, 2007 10:29:00 GMT
"It's only because people care about you and don't want you to get hurt."
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Post by Madeline Speare on Jul 14, 2007 14:47:27 GMT
"I know that, I'm constantly reminded of that." I pull my legs up to my chest."But people get hurt, it happens to everyone you can't stop it from happening sometimes."
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Post by Ian Hunt on Jul 14, 2007 15:18:37 GMT
"Well, you can't just let it happen either." I mutter.
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Post by Madeline Speare on Jul 14, 2007 17:40:50 GMT
I look down at the ground, not sure how to respond.
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Post by Ian Hunt on Jul 14, 2007 17:47:55 GMT
I don't say anything either.
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Post by Madeline Speare on Jul 14, 2007 18:15:06 GMT
I sigh running a hand through my hair,"When did the world get so fucked up?"
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Post by Ian Hunt on Jul 15, 2007 8:28:20 GMT
I shrug, "When we started noticing how fucked up it really was."
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Post by Madeline Speare on Jul 15, 2007 14:44:14 GMT
"When people started trying to kill us."
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Post by Ian Hunt on Jul 15, 2007 18:10:29 GMT
"When people started nearly suceeding in trying to kill us rather than just saying they were going to."
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Post by Madeline Speare on Jul 15, 2007 18:19:45 GMT
"When the ones we love most are taken away from us."
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Post by Ian Hunt on Jul 15, 2007 18:33:24 GMT
"More than once." I mutter.
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Post by Madeline Speare on Jul 15, 2007 18:55:13 GMT
"Try four times." I say quietly.
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Post by Ian Hunt on Jul 15, 2007 19:02:19 GMT
"Already have." I mumble.
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Post by Madeline Speare on Jul 15, 2007 19:18:08 GMT
"How are we still here?"
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Post by Ian Hunt on Jul 15, 2007 19:28:47 GMT
"Something wants us here still."
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Post by Madeline Speare on Jul 15, 2007 19:32:54 GMT
"For what reason? We have nothing now."
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Post by Ian Hunt on Jul 15, 2007 19:44:18 GMT
"There's got to be some reason."
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Post by Madeline Speare on Jul 15, 2007 19:47:57 GMT
"Well I don't see it."
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Post by Ian Hunt on Jul 15, 2007 19:57:05 GMT
"Me neither." I admit.
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Post by Madeline Speare on Jul 15, 2007 21:12:31 GMT
"What left is there for us to do?" I wonder to myself more then him.
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Post by Ian Hunt on Jul 16, 2007 15:38:56 GMT
I don't say anything, not sure what the answer was.
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Post by Madeline Speare on Jul 17, 2007 0:24:51 GMT
"Well no use wondering," I say forcing a small smile,"You think Matt and Claire would mind if I raided their fridge? I'm hungry."
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Post by Ian Hunt on Jul 17, 2007 15:34:07 GMT
"I doubt they'd mind. Go ahead."
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