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Post by Emma Darcy on Jan 22, 2008 22:47:42 GMT
"Well, we knoew that Chris," Emma teased, "But, imagine if you will, that you can." She chuckled. "That's why I'm not sure. She's like...a cold. Not bad enough to make you die, but jsut enough to get right under your skin and bother you to know end." She said, "Like a that pounding headach...yes. That's what she is. A pounding headach."
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Post by Ian Hunt on Jan 22, 2008 22:51:46 GMT
I grin slightly, "I'll try."
"If she's such a headache, why put up with her?"
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Post by Emma Darcy on Jan 22, 2008 22:59:20 GMT
Emma grinned slightly back at him but then it faded a bit at his question. She had never really thought abit it. Emma bit the inside of her lip for a few moments. "Because.." She paused. "Because I loved him and he was close with his mother and I wasn't going to get between them in any way." She said, "And now that he's gone, I know she's hurting just as much as I am."
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Post by Ian Hunt on Jan 22, 2008 23:00:56 GMT
I consider this for a moment, then nod, "Yeah, that makes sense."
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Post by Emma Darcy on Jan 22, 2008 23:14:46 GMT
Emma nudged him on the arm lightly. "You know I always make sense. Unlike you." She grinned.
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Post by Ian Hunt on Jan 23, 2008 21:22:55 GMT
"I've been working on that you know. Making sense. I even manage it occasionally," I laugh.
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Post by Emma Darcy on Jan 24, 2008 2:45:01 GMT
Emma laughed, "Very proud."
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Post by Ian Hunt on Jan 24, 2008 16:08:26 GMT
"That means the world to me," I grin.
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Post by Emma Darcy on Jan 24, 2008 20:10:55 GMT
"Of course. It should." Emma grinned. "I mean, who am I?"
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Post by Ian Hunt on Jan 25, 2008 22:32:19 GMT
"Well, I'd hope you'd know who you are by now Em."
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Post by Emma Darcy on Jan 26, 2008 14:36:14 GMT
"I know. Just figured out last week."
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Post by Ian Hunt on Jan 26, 2008 20:14:33 GMT
"Last week? You've known for that long already?"
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Post by Emma Darcy on Jan 27, 2008 20:04:11 GMT
"Shocking, I know."
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Post by Ian Hunt on Jan 27, 2008 21:03:36 GMT
"Incredible."
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Post by Emma Darcy on Jan 27, 2008 21:25:54 GMT
"Now no need to carry this any further, you're going to make me sad." She said, only joking of course. She could care less if teased or made fun of her.
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Post by Ian Hunt on Jan 27, 2008 21:32:51 GMT
"My sincerest apologies," I say, struggling not to smile.
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Post by Emma Darcy on Jan 27, 2008 21:35:06 GMT
"I guess I can try and forgive you." She said with a small smile.
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Post by Ian Hunt on Jan 27, 2008 21:45:24 GMT
"That means a lot," I smile, "But anyway..."
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Post by Emma Darcy on Jan 27, 2008 21:48:23 GMT
"Anyway what? Have I already bored you unnatually short attention span?" She chuckled, "Should I try singing and dancing?"
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Post by Ian Hunt on Jan 28, 2008 18:56:00 GMT
"That might work..." I muse, "But it also might creep me out."
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Post by Emma Darcy on Jan 28, 2008 20:04:04 GMT
"It would. My singing is still as bad as my cooking." She said, "But there's something else that I can do now that can catch your attention span."
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Post by Ian Hunt on Jan 29, 2008 18:34:41 GMT
"Ooh, that awful?" I smirk, then laugh and shake my head, "Okay, what's going to hold my attention then?"
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Post by Emma Darcy on Jan 30, 2008 0:41:53 GMT
"Shut your face." Emma laughed softly hiting his arm lightly. "That is." She said simply.
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Post by Ian Hunt on Jan 30, 2008 16:48:25 GMT
I glance down at my arm, then back at her, and shake my head slightly, "That was bad, even for you."
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Post by Emma Darcy on Jan 30, 2008 19:49:47 GMT
"Would you like me to hit you harder?"
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