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Post by Madeline Speare on Oct 7, 2007 20:55:35 GMT
"You might as well, you act like you do."
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Post by Ian Hunt on Oct 7, 2007 20:57:29 GMT
"Well, I'm sorry. But I don't hate you. I'm just-...angry." Liar. You mean you're just terrified.
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Post by Madeline Speare on Oct 7, 2007 21:01:02 GMT
"And you have every right to be," I mutter, laying on my back on the porch,"But going around, like you hate me, is that fair? Your never home anymore, and you haven't been able to look at me since you found out."
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Post by Ian Hunt on Oct 7, 2007 21:03:28 GMT
I'm not home because I don't know how I'm supposed to be around you. I can't look at you because I don't want you to see how scared I am. "I know," I say quietly, "I'm sorry."
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Post by Madeline Speare on Oct 7, 2007 21:05:09 GMT
"I'm scared." I admit quietly,"Of him. He'll know I told you."
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Post by Ian Hunt on Oct 7, 2007 21:05:37 GMT
"I won't let him near you. I promise."
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Post by Madeline Speare on Oct 7, 2007 21:07:59 GMT
I nod quietly, tugging on my jacket. "He was really mad." I mutter,"Real mad." You tell anyone, and you'll be seeing a lot more of me Janie.
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Post by Ian Hunt on Oct 7, 2007 21:11:58 GMT
"Well, he's not going to come near you again." Hmm, this is familiar? Didn't you say this last time? Those exact words? "I mean-..." I start to try and rephrase it to shake off the nasty voice in the back of my mind, "That was what I meant but-...fuck it, nevermind."
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Post by Madeline Speare on Oct 7, 2007 21:15:16 GMT
"Yeah well when he sets his mind on something there's no stopping him." I mutter,"Tom Avery is not someone you mess with."
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Post by Ian Hunt on Oct 7, 2007 21:18:16 GMT
"Well, we'll just see," I mutter.
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Post by Madeline Speare on Oct 7, 2007 21:19:41 GMT
"Just, don't try and go after him okay?"
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Post by Ian Hunt on Oct 7, 2007 21:21:04 GMT
"I'm not that thick."
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Post by Madeline Speare on Oct 7, 2007 21:23:43 GMT
"Didn't say you were."
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Post by Ian Hunt on Oct 7, 2007 21:25:19 GMT
I shrug.
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Post by Madeline Speare on Oct 7, 2007 21:28:10 GMT
I sigh, sitting back up, brushing my hair from my face. "And now we're back at the stage we're we aruge over nothing."
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Post by Ian Hunt on Oct 7, 2007 21:29:47 GMT
"Yeah, guess we are."
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Post by Madeline Speare on Oct 7, 2007 21:32:09 GMT
"I hate sqaure one. Hate it with a passion."
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Post by Ian Hunt on Oct 7, 2007 21:34:21 GMT
"We're there too often."
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Post by Madeline Speare on Oct 7, 2007 21:35:47 GMT
"I know, I just want to get past sqaure one." We did once, then I had to go fuck it up.
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Post by Ian Hunt on Oct 7, 2007 21:38:30 GMT
"We will." Maybe.
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Post by Madeline Speare on Oct 7, 2007 21:40:02 GMT
I nod, running a finger over the scar on my hand,"So much for our bond huh?"
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Post by Ian Hunt on Oct 7, 2007 21:41:38 GMT
"I guess," I mutter.
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Post by Madeline Speare on Oct 7, 2007 21:45:21 GMT
"I'm sorry for ruining it. For ruining everything. For ruining us."
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Post by Ian Hunt on Oct 7, 2007 21:46:59 GMT
"You didn't mean to. We'll just rebuild it." If we can.
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Post by Madeline Speare on Oct 7, 2007 21:50:44 GMT
"It's not as easy as rebuilding the house." I mutter.
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Post by Ian Hunt on Oct 8, 2007 17:53:54 GMT
"No, I suppose not," I reply, looking up at the house so I wouldn't have to look in her vague direction anymore.
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Post by Madeline Speare on Oct 8, 2007 20:47:14 GMT
"Your not gonna look at me are you?" I mutter quietly.
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Post by Ian Hunt on Oct 8, 2007 20:49:31 GMT
"Would you rather I did?" I mutter, not much caring that it was a stupid question, more trying to buy myself time.
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Post by Madeline Speare on Oct 8, 2007 20:56:43 GMT
"Just forget it." I mutter, not wanting to aruge with him."Just forget it."
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Post by Ian Hunt on Oct 8, 2007 20:59:53 GMT
"Fine," I mumble.
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