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Jun 16, 2007 16:54:34 GMT
Post by Ian Hunt on Jun 16, 2007 16:54:34 GMT
I put my arms round her, again, not having anything to say.
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Jun 16, 2007 18:24:28 GMT
Post by Madeline Speare on Jun 16, 2007 18:24:28 GMT
I bury my head in the crook of his neck,"You ever wonder what it be like if our parents were still around?"
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Jun 16, 2007 20:05:27 GMT
Post by Ian Hunt on Jun 16, 2007 20:05:27 GMT
"Different. Very...different."
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Jun 16, 2007 20:06:44 GMT
Post by Madeline Speare on Jun 16, 2007 20:06:44 GMT
"Better maybe?"
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Jun 16, 2007 20:08:23 GMT
Post by Ian Hunt on Jun 16, 2007 20:08:23 GMT
"Probably. Yes, probably much better."
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Jun 16, 2007 20:10:05 GMT
Post by Madeline Speare on Jun 16, 2007 20:10:05 GMT
I sigh,"I wish I could bring them back," I whisper.
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Jun 16, 2007 20:10:50 GMT
Post by Ian Hunt on Jun 16, 2007 20:10:50 GMT
"That's how you're supposed to feel."
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Jun 16, 2007 20:11:59 GMT
Post by Madeline Speare on Jun 16, 2007 20:11:59 GMT
"You ever feel that way? You ever feel so helpless?"
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Jun 16, 2007 20:12:53 GMT
Post by Ian Hunt on Jun 16, 2007 20:12:53 GMT
"Yes, I do. Sometimes."
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Jun 16, 2007 20:16:17 GMT
Post by Madeline Speare on Jun 16, 2007 20:16:17 GMT
I wrap my arms around him,"Is it bad to feel that way all the time?" Like I do?
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Jun 16, 2007 20:17:46 GMT
Post by Ian Hunt on Jun 16, 2007 20:17:46 GMT
"No. It's just-...how it is for some people."
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Jun 16, 2007 20:21:54 GMT
Post by Madeline Speare on Jun 16, 2007 20:21:54 GMT
"Yeah, you can say that again," I muter under my breath.
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Jun 16, 2007 20:23:16 GMT
Post by Ian Hunt on Jun 16, 2007 20:23:16 GMT
I remain silent, not sure what to say anymore.
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Jun 16, 2007 20:25:07 GMT
Post by Madeline Speare on Jun 16, 2007 20:25:07 GMT
I step forwad a bit holding onto his hand looking at the portriats of all my family,"I can't beileve half of them are gone,"
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Jun 16, 2007 20:26:04 GMT
Post by Ian Hunt on Jun 16, 2007 20:26:04 GMT
"Why are so many gone? Coincidence? Or something else?"
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Jun 16, 2007 20:27:06 GMT
Post by Madeline Speare on Jun 16, 2007 20:27:06 GMT
"Voldemort." I say quietly."He knows how to hit beneath the belt."
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Jun 16, 2007 20:33:17 GMT
Post by Ian Hunt on Jun 16, 2007 20:33:17 GMT
"Don't need to remind me of that."
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Jun 16, 2007 20:33:58 GMT
Post by Madeline Speare on Jun 16, 2007 20:33:58 GMT
"He ruins everything," I say bitterly.
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Jun 16, 2007 21:31:41 GMT
Post by Ian Hunt on Jun 16, 2007 21:31:41 GMT
"Yeah, he's good at that." I mutter.
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Jun 16, 2007 21:39:44 GMT
Post by Madeline Speare on Jun 16, 2007 21:39:44 GMT
I tuck a stray stand of hair behind my ear. I hear a small pecking sound and turn to the window."What the?" I start walking over to it.
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Jun 16, 2007 21:41:10 GMT
Post by Ian Hunt on Jun 16, 2007 21:41:10 GMT
"Owl?" I ask.
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Jun 16, 2007 21:44:52 GMT
Post by Madeline Speare on Jun 16, 2007 21:44:52 GMT
I nod taking the letter that was tied around his leg. I sit on a nearby table opening the letter.
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Jun 16, 2007 21:46:43 GMT
Post by Ian Hunt on Jun 16, 2007 21:46:43 GMT
"Who's it from?" I ask her.
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Jun 16, 2007 21:48:10 GMT
Post by Madeline Speare on Jun 16, 2007 21:48:10 GMT
"Aunt Gilly." I say not taking my eyes off the letter.
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Jun 16, 2007 21:51:49 GMT
Post by Ian Hunt on Jun 16, 2007 21:51:49 GMT
I watch her for a moment. "Something wrong?"
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Jun 16, 2007 21:54:29 GMT
Post by Madeline Speare on Jun 16, 2007 21:54:29 GMT
My brow furrows a bit,"Come here," I say holding my hand out to him,"Where is this?" I ask him."Cooney Island?Do you know?"
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Jun 16, 2007 22:00:19 GMT
Post by Ian Hunt on Jun 16, 2007 22:00:19 GMT
I shake my head, frowning slightly. "Never heard of it."
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Jun 16, 2007 22:04:36 GMT
Post by Madeline Speare on Jun 16, 2007 22:04:36 GMT
I bring my finger up to my lip biting it."Gilly," I mutter looking over the letter again.
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Jun 16, 2007 22:10:37 GMT
Post by Ian Hunt on Jun 16, 2007 22:10:37 GMT
"What's up?" I ask.
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Jun 16, 2007 22:13:57 GMT
Post by Madeline Speare on Jun 16, 2007 22:13:57 GMT
"My aunt Gilly, she's sick." I say."She want's me to come visit. She says she's dying."
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