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Post by Madeline Speare on Sept 22, 2007 21:53:10 GMT
"They should, everyone was giving us grief about not being together."
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Post by Ian Hunt on Sept 22, 2007 21:56:14 GMT
"Yeah, tell me about it," I mutter.
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Post by Madeline Speare on Sept 23, 2007 0:13:43 GMT
"But, we're okay now. Right?"
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Post by Ian Hunt on Sept 23, 2007 13:40:26 GMT
"Yeah, we're okay now."
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Post by Madeline Speare on Sept 23, 2007 14:17:50 GMT
"Okay." I grin.
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Post by Ian Hunt on Sept 23, 2007 14:19:56 GMT
I laugh, "Yeah."
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Post by Madeline Speare on Sept 23, 2007 14:26:11 GMT
"Just making sure."
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Post by Ian Hunt on Sept 23, 2007 14:28:54 GMT
"I think we might have known if we weren't okay at some point in the last three months..."
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Post by Madeline Speare on Sept 23, 2007 14:32:58 GMT
"Yeah, it wasn't that hard to see we were having a bit of trouble."
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Post by Ian Hunt on Sept 23, 2007 14:34:27 GMT
"Kind of obvious really."
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Post by Madeline Speare on Sept 23, 2007 14:41:51 GMT
"Jack said he didn't have a clue, thickheaded bastard." I laugh.
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Post by Ian Hunt on Sept 23, 2007 14:43:56 GMT
"That's what Scott said too. Astounding how oblivious they are."
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Post by Madeline Speare on Sept 23, 2007 14:48:34 GMT
"I say Jack's been whacked in the back of the head with a bludger too many times."
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Post by Ian Hunt on Sept 23, 2007 14:49:35 GMT
"Which is probably Scott's fault from what I've heard."
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Post by Madeline Speare on Sept 23, 2007 14:50:36 GMT
"I heard that too, they were school mates, I never knew."
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Post by Ian Hunt on Sept 23, 2007 14:51:34 GMT
"Me neither. He's keeping something else from me though. He keeps smirking."
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Post by Madeline Speare on Sept 23, 2007 14:56:14 GMT
"Yeah, and Jack's got the 'I-know-something-you-don't' look in his eyes a lot lately."
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Post by Ian Hunt on Sept 23, 2007 14:58:37 GMT
"Kind of irritating."
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Post by Madeline Speare on Sept 23, 2007 15:02:30 GMT
"Yeah, I know, think whatever they know is bad?"
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Post by Ian Hunt on Sept 23, 2007 15:06:02 GMT
"Doubt it. He couldn't keep it to himself if it was that bad."
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Post by Madeline Speare on Sept 23, 2007 15:07:07 GMT
"It's still a bit worrying."
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Post by Ian Hunt on Sept 23, 2007 15:11:05 GMT
"Okay, still a bit."
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Post by Madeline Speare on Sept 23, 2007 15:13:41 GMT
"See," I laugh opening the door, heading over to the couch.
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Post by Ian Hunt on Sept 23, 2007 15:16:36 GMT
I laugh slightly, following her inside.
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Post by Madeline Speare on Sept 23, 2007 15:21:58 GMT
"God, okay I know I said I loved being a Paris but I missed being home." I grin, sinking lower into the couch.
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Post by Ian Hunt on Sept 23, 2007 15:23:26 GMT
"Yeah, I like home better," I smile slightly, leaning back next to her.
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Post by Madeline Speare on Sept 23, 2007 15:25:53 GMT
"Yeah, our home." I smile draping my legs across his.
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Post by Ian Hunt on Sept 23, 2007 15:28:53 GMT
"Yeah," I smile, "And now I'm a footrest."
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Post by Madeline Speare on Sept 23, 2007 15:30:30 GMT
"Footrest, pillow, your pretty handy tiger." I tease.
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Post by Ian Hunt on Sept 23, 2007 15:31:26 GMT
"Yeah, yeah, shush." I laugh slightly, leaning back.
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