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Post by Nathan Dawson on Dec 4, 2007 19:57:25 GMT
I've got the rope.
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Post by Logan Andrews on Dec 4, 2007 20:30:20 GMT
Iris, baby, don't get me wrong. I love you.
*picks up strategically placed bottle and turns it round idly in hands*
But I'm having second thoughts. Infidelity is one thing...but murder? We're sinners, nothing's gonna change that, but we're not murderers.
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Post by Nathan Dawson on Dec 5, 2007 20:11:16 GMT
Don't tell me you're backing out, Noah. You say you love me; well if you're so damn sure...prove it. I never had you pegged as a coward.
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Post by Logan Andrews on Dec 5, 2007 20:55:10 GMT
I'm no coward. I'm not.
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Post by Nathan Dawson on Dec 6, 2007 15:56:21 GMT
Well you're talking like one. Either you're a coward or you don't love me at all.
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Post by Logan Andrews on Dec 8, 2007 18:27:39 GMT
Of course I love you. Iris, babe, how many times do I have to prove it to you? I love you.
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Post by Nathan Dawson on Dec 10, 2007 19:13:12 GMT
That's now how it looks to me, Noah. It doesn't look that way at all.
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Post by Logan Andrews on Dec 10, 2007 21:13:35 GMT
Baby, baby, wait, don't leave me here. Come on now.
I love you. I'll prove it. Anything.
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Post by Nathan Dawson on Dec 15, 2007 12:47:46 GMT
You know how to prove it, Noah.
Make it so we can be together, then I'll know.
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