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Post by Yumi Baker on Jul 18, 2007 16:00:37 GMT
i walk up and knock on the door hoping that this was the right door. get amelia and take care of her.. "didn't bloody know that sayin i'd do anything fer him meant takin in a small child..." i mutter to myself. he said that he had left her with his friend and that he wanted me to have her. don't know why but he asked me to. "open the bloody door.." i mumble knocking again
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Post by Isabella Knox on Jul 18, 2007 16:07:37 GMT
I walked quickly to the door, opening it to see someone i'd never seen before.
"Can i help you?" I ask.
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Post by Yumi Baker on Jul 18, 2007 16:10:24 GMT
"yea, yer knew a fabian prewett right?" i ask
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Post by Isabella Knox on Jul 18, 2007 17:03:34 GMT
I swallow hard, biting my lip. "Yeah-...yeah i knew him."
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Post by Yumi Baker on Jul 18, 2007 17:10:52 GMT
"and it's to me understandin that yer got his daughter at the moment?" i ask. when i see her nod i let out a soft sigh. "i'm really sorry ta do this to yer.." i say softly handing her the letter he gave me right before he died to give to her. in it, it said how he wanted me to have her. and how it was for the best.
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Post by Isabella Knox on Jul 18, 2007 17:14:48 GMT
I read the letter, frown and read it again. "You knew him well then?" I ask her.
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Post by Yumi Baker on Jul 18, 2007 17:18:40 GMT
"depends on what yer mean when yer say that i knew him well." i say. "by length of time? no. by me knowin who he was and loved him? yes." i say sadly
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Post by Isabella Knox on Jul 18, 2007 17:30:17 GMT
"Well erm-...do you want to come in?" I ask politely.
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Post by Yumi Baker on Jul 18, 2007 17:35:13 GMT
"not really but because your trying to be nice might as well return the favor." i chuckle. "we were dateing just to tell yer. he said that he already had a woman he loved here so, just my luck." i say sarcaticly at the end. "but he talked a lot about you. and his sister. and his daughter, amelia."
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Post by Isabella Knox on Jul 18, 2007 17:44:17 GMT
"He was like my big brother." I say, smiling weakly.
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Post by Yumi Baker on Jul 18, 2007 17:46:53 GMT
"yeah he said that. he asked me to ask you if you've been taking care of jeenkins. is that a cat or something?" i chuckle
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Post by Isabella Knox on Jul 22, 2007 23:23:53 GMT
"I have no idea." I say, chuckling slightly.
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Post by Yumi Baker on Jul 23, 2007 0:35:33 GMT
"he was always a dork." i laugh
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Post by Isabella Knox on Jul 23, 2007 11:12:58 GMT
"Yeah he was quite."
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