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Post by Charlie Owens on Jul 28, 2007 9:04:22 GMT
"I can't do that. Sorry. Call me a heathen but it doesn't work for me."
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Post by Madeline Speare on Jul 28, 2007 18:13:56 GMT
"It does for me." I smile weakly.
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Post by Charlie Owens on Jul 28, 2007 18:35:19 GMT
"Good." I smile slightly, "As long as it works for someone."
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Post by Madeline Speare on Jul 28, 2007 21:53:54 GMT
"Yeah, as long as it works." I smile.
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Post by Charlie Owens on Jul 29, 2007 7:59:26 GMT
"Sometimes anyway."
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Post by Madeline Speare on Jul 29, 2007 16:29:34 GMT
"Shush you, don't talk about about my faith. Please?"
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Post by Charlie Owens on Jul 29, 2007 16:31:02 GMT
"Okay, only cos you said please though."
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Post by Madeline Speare on Jul 29, 2007 16:32:15 GMT
I smile,"Thank you Charlie."
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Post by Charlie Owens on Jul 29, 2007 16:32:36 GMT
"No problem Madds."
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Post by Madeline Speare on Jul 29, 2007 16:45:36 GMT
I look back over at the burnt land sitting down infront of it.
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Post by Charlie Owens on Jul 29, 2007 16:46:43 GMT
I sit down next to her, not sure if she wanted me there or not, not saying anything.
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Post by Madeline Speare on Jul 29, 2007 16:50:12 GMT
I look over the it, trying to find a piece of...something. Anything. I sigh slightly brushing my hair from my eyes.
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Post by Charlie Owens on Jul 29, 2007 16:50:40 GMT
"Did anything make it...un-broke like?"
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Post by Madeline Speare on Jul 29, 2007 16:56:33 GMT
I shrug."I dunno."
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Post by Charlie Owens on Jul 29, 2007 16:57:29 GMT
"Oh."
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Post by Madeline Speare on Jul 29, 2007 17:02:26 GMT
"Yeah. No worries, it was just useless junk..." I say trying to sound convincing.
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Post by Charlie Owens on Jul 29, 2007 17:12:19 GMT
I raise an eyebrow at her, but don't say anything.
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Post by Madeline Speare on Jul 29, 2007 17:17:05 GMT
"Okay, so it was more then junk." I admit.
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Post by Charlie Owens on Jul 29, 2007 17:22:15 GMT
"Get new junk though. A whole new set of memories and junk."
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Post by Madeline Speare on Jul 29, 2007 17:23:34 GMT
"It's not that easy Charlie, those memories, that was all I had left of mum and da. Everything about our family was in this house. Two hundred fifty years..gone."
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Post by Charlie Owens on Jul 29, 2007 17:29:37 GMT
"You've still got them up here." I say, tapping the side of her forehead lightly.
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Post by Madeline Speare on Jul 29, 2007 17:32:18 GMT
"It's not the same though. No more running down the halls and seeing their faces smiling back at me, no more dropping things and hearing Great Aunt Muriel's portrait scold me, no more hearing Unlce Marty tell me I need to eat more."
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Post by Charlie Owens on Jul 29, 2007 17:34:41 GMT
"I know. But there's nothing anyone can do. You've got them where it matters, even if it's hard to only have them there."
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Post by Madeline Speare on Jul 29, 2007 17:37:59 GMT
I smile leaning against him,"I'm glad I still have you Charlie-doodle."
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Post by Charlie Owens on Jul 29, 2007 17:44:26 GMT
I put my arm round her shoulders, "Glad to have you too Madds."
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Post by Madeline Speare on Jul 29, 2007 17:47:28 GMT
"You remember the old game we used to play? The one were I used to ask you to tell me, a secret, a lie, and something true?"
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Post by Charlie Owens on Jul 29, 2007 17:52:08 GMT
"Barely, remind me of the rules again."
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Post by Madeline Speare on Jul 29, 2007 17:54:41 GMT
I laugh,"Okay, well it's like this, I ask you to tell me something, that's a secret, a lie, or something true. Pretty easy rules."
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Post by Charlie Owens on Jul 29, 2007 18:02:10 GMT
"Oh yeah...makes sense. I think I blocked the game out of my memory. I blame you." I chuckle.
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Post by Madeline Speare on Jul 29, 2007 18:09:44 GMT
I stick my tongue out at him,"Okay I wanna play now." I smile,"Charlie, tell me a secret."
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