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Post by Angela Wood on Aug 8, 2007 22:17:19 GMT
"All the pain that I put you through? That's as close as I can get to showing you what it feels like for me every day because of what you've done."
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Post by Ian Hunt on Aug 8, 2007 22:23:09 GMT
"You're a reader, aren't you? You can see inside my head, can't you? I already know the pain." I mutter, "Did you love him? Watkins?"
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Post by Angela Wood on Aug 8, 2007 22:28:15 GMT
"I had to make sure." I take a deep breath, looking away from him. "Yes, I did."
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Post by Ian Hunt on Aug 8, 2007 22:30:10 GMT
"Thought so," I mutter, attempting to wipe blood off my hands onto my jeans.
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Post by Angela Wood on Aug 8, 2007 22:33:15 GMT
I shoot a glare at him. "What's it to you if I did?"
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Post by Ian Hunt on Aug 9, 2007 11:45:36 GMT
"It's nothing to me, just wondering." I shrug.
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Post by Angela Wood on Aug 9, 2007 18:46:01 GMT
I shake mt head turn, leaving the courtyard.
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Post by Ian Hunt on Aug 9, 2007 18:47:24 GMT
I wait until she's gone then collapse onto a wall, wincing in pain.
That was unpleasant to say the least.
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