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Post by Nathan Dawson on Oct 18, 2007 16:05:22 GMT
He carried on looking at her hard for a moment, and if there was ever a moment when he came close to showing anyone in his family his own mark, it was now.
But he didn't, just leant back in his chair again, holding up his hands slightly in a sign of defeat.
He hated being lied to, he could lie to others and he hated that too, but he despised being lied to, so his tone was a little more brisk than it had been a while when he spoke, "Fine."
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Post by Madeline Speare on Oct 18, 2007 20:45:46 GMT
"Fine,"I reply evenly.
I hated lying to him, I hated lying to anyone, and lying to one of my own, that was just killing me.
Every girl is entitled to one secret.
And this one's mine. I think, left arm burning slightly at the thought.
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Post by Nathan Dawson on Oct 19, 2007 16:48:51 GMT
"Fine," He repeated shortly, not sure what to say anymore.
He wasn't unpleasantly aware of the amount of amnosity that had slid into his voice without noticing. He wasn't stupid, contrary to most of the family's beliefs, and if there was one thing he knew about it...it was this.
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Post by Madeline Speare on Oct 19, 2007 20:31:33 GMT
"What is your problem?" I snap,"I told you there's nothing wrong, what got shoved up your ass?"
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Post by Nathan Dawson on Oct 21, 2007 10:18:01 GMT
"I wonder," He muttered sarcastically, getting up from the table and making his way out of the room, without bothering to say anything more.
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Post by Madeline Speare on Oct 21, 2007 14:38:20 GMT
"Your benig a prat, hope you know that Nathan," I call after hime, before putting my head into my hands on the table.
"Way to go Madds, did it again," I mumble.
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