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Post by Ian Hunt on Jul 31, 2007 14:19:28 GMT
"Well, I'd rather you didn't. And I'm not just doing this for you anyway. This is for you, and Izzy, and Maddie, and my kid, okay? I'm not seeing any of you get hurt and I'm not a coward and I'm not weak and I can handle it. It's nothing to worry about."
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Post by Angel Simons on Jul 31, 2007 14:23:36 GMT
Angel bit her lip to stop from snapping at him and just nodded.
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Post by Ian Hunt on Jul 31, 2007 14:24:11 GMT
"Sorry," I mumble.
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Post by Angel Simons on Jul 31, 2007 14:25:38 GMT
Angel looked at him and half-smiled. "Is that one of the times that you mean it? Or are you just saying it?"
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Post by Ian Hunt on Jul 31, 2007 14:26:48 GMT
"No, I mean it. I didn't mean to snap at you like that."
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Post by Angel Simons on Jul 31, 2007 14:28:25 GMT
"It's okay," Angel shrugged. "Been happening a lot lately to me."
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Post by Ian Hunt on Jul 31, 2007 14:39:18 GMT
"How come?"
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Post by Angel Simons on Jul 31, 2007 14:40:28 GMT
"How should I know?" Angel asked, shrugging.
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Post by Ian Hunt on Jul 31, 2007 14:40:51 GMT
"I don't know. Just wondering."
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Post by Angel Simons on Jul 31, 2007 14:41:38 GMT
"I wonder too," Angel said thoughtfully.
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Post by Ian Hunt on Jul 31, 2007 14:53:45 GMT
"Well let's not wonder too much about that if neither of us know the answer anyway."
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Post by Angel Simons on Jul 31, 2007 14:58:00 GMT
"Okay," Angel smiled.
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Post by Ian Hunt on Jul 31, 2007 14:58:49 GMT
"So now we're not wondering, what do we do?"
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Post by Angel Simons on Jul 31, 2007 15:00:25 GMT
"That's a good question..."
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Post by Ian Hunt on Jul 31, 2007 15:06:36 GMT
"Oh dear."
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Post by Angel Simons on Jul 31, 2007 15:07:28 GMT
Angel laughed. "You sounded like my grandmother. 'Oh dear, did you get hot chocolate down your nice, new sweater?' Don't say that again please?"
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Post by Ian Hunt on Jul 31, 2007 15:15:09 GMT
"Okay, won't say that again." I laugh slightly.
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Post by Angel Simons on Jul 31, 2007 15:20:58 GMT
Angel laughed. "Thank god... I don't need another Grandmother Muriel. I'm glad she's dead. Used to beat my dad with a hairbrush when he was a fully grown adult. Mad woman."
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Post by Ian Hunt on Jul 31, 2007 15:22:59 GMT
I laugh, "My grandmother used to hit me round the back of the legs with a piece of wood when I was a kid. And say really loudly to my adopted father that it was a mistake to take me in the first place. Charming woman she was. Hated Row even more though and he was her own flesh and blood."
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Post by Angel Simons on Jul 31, 2007 15:23:38 GMT
"Why are old people so weird?" Angel asked, laughing slightly.
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Post by Ian Hunt on Jul 31, 2007 15:24:03 GMT
"Evil. They get possessed or something."
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Post by Angel Simons on Jul 31, 2007 15:25:38 GMT
"The old muggle ladies carry bags with bricks in them..."
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Post by Ian Hunt on Jul 31, 2007 15:27:05 GMT
"I know. Why would someone do that though?"
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Post by Angel Simons on Jul 31, 2007 15:28:40 GMT
"Because they're mental..." Angel guessed.
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Post by Ian Hunt on Jul 31, 2007 16:05:21 GMT
"Yeah, that works."
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Post by Angel Simons on Jul 31, 2007 16:06:28 GMT
"Uh huh... Or because they're afraid that someone would want to rape them?"
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Post by Ian Hunt on Jul 31, 2007 16:08:01 GMT
"Ew...who'd want to rape an old lady?"
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Post by Angel Simons on Jul 31, 2007 16:08:55 GMT
"Old men with too many sex hormones?"
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Post by Ian Hunt on Jul 31, 2007 16:15:59 GMT
"Oh yeah, that's true. Dirty old men." I grimace.
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Post by Angel Simons on Jul 31, 2007 16:19:25 GMT
Angel laughed. "We do have the strangest conversations."
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