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Post by Madeline Speare on Jan 1, 2008 4:32:10 GMT
"Not for sinners?" I say softly,"Rowan told me that once,"
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Post by Ian Hunt on Jan 1, 2008 14:50:30 GMT
"Yeah, not for sinners," I murmur.
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Post by Madeline Speare on Jan 1, 2008 19:05:56 GMT
"We all make mistakes, it's not crazy to want forgiveness."
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Post by Ian Hunt on Jan 1, 2008 19:22:17 GMT
"It's not as simple as someone telling you that they forgive you, it's not like that. It doesn't-...it doesn't make it go away. Nothing does."
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Post by Madeline Speare on Jan 1, 2008 19:40:33 GMT
"Okay," I mutter, not pressing it anymore, just keeping hold of his hand.
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Post by Ian Hunt on Jan 1, 2008 19:53:41 GMT
I nod briefly, keeping my eyes on the floor, but keeping hold of her hand.
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Post by Madeline Speare on Jan 1, 2008 19:58:19 GMT
I jump slightly as Alex laughs reaching up at the sky."He's a real happy baby, isn't he?" I grin weakly.
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Post by Ian Hunt on Jan 1, 2008 20:04:51 GMT
I smile weakly, "Yeah, he is, I don't see what's so great about the sky though."
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Post by Madeline Speare on Jan 1, 2008 20:22:44 GMT
"Maybe he sees something we don't?"
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Post by Ian Hunt on Jan 1, 2008 20:26:07 GMT
"Like what else could be up there?"
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Post by Madeline Speare on Jan 1, 2008 20:41:42 GMT
"Maybe, they say babies are something special,"
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Post by Ian Hunt on Jan 1, 2008 20:49:27 GMT
"Either that or on dope if they can see things we can't."
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Post by Madeline Speare on Jan 1, 2008 20:56:20 GMT
"You son isn't on dope Ian,"
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Post by Ian Hunt on Jan 1, 2008 20:58:49 GMT
"Yeah, okay, he's a bit young, I suppose."
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Post by Madeline Speare on Jan 1, 2008 21:19:10 GMT
"Don't even joke," I laugh weakly.
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Post by Ian Hunt on Jan 1, 2008 21:20:20 GMT
"Fine, we won't let him smoke dope then," I laugh slightly.
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Post by Madeline Speare on Jan 1, 2008 21:28:42 GMT
"I'm making sure of that, he's not doing anything we've done."
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Post by Ian Hunt on Jan 1, 2008 21:44:00 GMT
"Yeah, I wouldn't want any of that for him either."
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Post by Madeline Speare on Jan 1, 2008 21:50:03 GMT
"He'll be clean,"
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Post by Ian Hunt on Jan 1, 2008 21:52:04 GMT
"And happy."
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Post by Madeline Speare on Jan 1, 2008 22:01:14 GMT
"We're happy," I mutter,"He'll just won't be so screwed up in the head."
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Post by Ian Hunt on Jan 1, 2008 22:03:08 GMT
"Yeah, we're happy," I murmur, tugging instinctively on my sleeves, unable to stop myself, "Well, we can hope he won't be."
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Post by Madeline Speare on Jan 1, 2008 22:14:30 GMT
I watch him a moment, then look back down at Alex, not sure what to say.
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Post by Ian Hunt on Jan 1, 2008 22:19:17 GMT
"Sorry," I murmur.
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Post by Madeline Speare on Jan 1, 2008 22:22:31 GMT
I shake my head, hoisting Alex higher in my arms,"Your getting better, all that matters."
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Post by Ian Hunt on Jan 1, 2008 22:30:26 GMT
"Yeah, getting better," I lie, nodding slightly.
Yes much better. So much better at hiding it.
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Post by Madeline Speare on Jan 1, 2008 22:32:32 GMT
I smile weakly,"I know it's hard, but thank you,"
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Post by Ian Hunt on Jan 1, 2008 22:42:09 GMT
I nod, guilt rising in my chest, as I have to lie again and say that I will get better when I'm not even trying to stop cutting anymore.
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Post by Madeline Speare on Jan 1, 2008 22:44:21 GMT
Alex laughs again, reaching up to the sky,"Not so sure what he finds so great about the sky," I grin.
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Post by Ian Hunt on Jan 2, 2008 21:42:52 GMT
"He might be able to explain it to us if he remembers."
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