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Post by Rebecca on Jan 24, 2008 15:04:19 GMT -5
"I--I'm fine," *she mumbled, her words muffled by the fingernails she was now absently gnawing on as she stared into his eyes.*
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Post by Philippe on Jan 24, 2008 15:07:32 GMT -5
((Shoe other foot ahahahahahaaa))
*Philippe frowned.*
"Perhaps I should fetch... your mother."
*He stood up again, as if to go.*
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Post by Rebecca on Jan 24, 2008 15:09:05 GMT -5
((God, it's going to be a constant balancing act with these two.))
"NO!" *she yelped.*
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Post by Philippe on Jan 24, 2008 15:10:53 GMT -5
"Ah, good."
*Philippe turned back to her.*
"Can I escort you inside?"
((I has a plan))
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Post by Rebecca on Jan 24, 2008 15:12:15 GMT -5
((Thank goodness one of us does.))
*She eyed him warily.*
"...why would I go inside?" *she glanced up at the cloudless sky.*
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Post by Philippe on Jan 24, 2008 15:15:12 GMT -5
*Philippe looked up.*
"I just thought that you may have been in need of a lie down."
*He inwardly grimaced at his phrasing.But then, the girl was naive.*
"Well, I shall leave you now if I can be of no more service.*
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Post by Rebecca on Jan 24, 2008 15:16:56 GMT -5
"Wait! I, um... I wanted to, er...apologize. For earlier. I've no business in your...business."
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Post by Philippe on Jan 24, 2008 15:23:56 GMT -5
*She did more than she knew, for in another life she could have been his.*
"It is of no matter, I would never tell what I choose not to."
*He glanced down at the girl.*
"You would not be able to persuade me to, however great your charms may be."
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Post by Rebecca on Jan 24, 2008 15:26:56 GMT -5
*Her charms? A puzzled frown appeared on her brow.*
"Really, I didn't mean any harm. I was just teasing. I just...didn't think. About what I said. And, well...if my mother finds out...she won't let me draw or paint anymore..." *her voice dropped a little and she turned her head a little at the frightened tears in her big dark eyes.*
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Post by Philippe on Jan 24, 2008 15:29:43 GMT -5
*Philippe cleared his throat. He was not use with tears. He removed his hankechief and handed it to her.*
"Here, your secret is safe with me."
*He smiled.*
"You had my word."
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Post by Rebecca on Jan 24, 2008 15:35:26 GMT -5
*She gave him a watery smile, taking the handkerchief.*
"Thank you, monsieur," *she said in a small voice.* "I'm not usually this...easily overwhelmed. It's just been...difficult, these past weeks, at home."
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Post by Philippe on Jan 24, 2008 15:46:05 GMT -5
"Why...why is that?"
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Post by Rebecca on Jan 24, 2008 15:50:36 GMT -5
"My brother...one of my brothers is dead, Monsieur. Anthony." *His name caused her voice to break slightly.*
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Post by Philippe on Jan 25, 2008 8:19:18 GMT -5
*Philippe gave a start. The child, of course. He had often wondered its fate.*"I am very sorry for your loss, death comes too soon for some."
*He paused.*
"And too late for others."
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Post by Rebecca on Jan 25, 2008 8:22:49 GMT -5
*She tried to smile bravely.*
"We still have hope to bring him back, Monsieur, perhaps as we did my mother, once, years ago."
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