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Post by Rochester on Jun 18, 2007 17:11:22 GMT -5
***NEW DAY***
*Rochester lounged contentedly by the fireplace reading a well worn novel, a box of chocolates on the table next to him.*
I don't know how I came to be so lucky...
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Post by Lizzie on Aug 26, 2007 12:03:49 GMT -5
***NEW DAY***
*A note addressed to Alex arrived.*
Dear Alex,
Please forgive me for writing you here, but I don't know how else to get in touch with you and you said that Rochester was a good friend, so I figured he might know how to reach you.
Thank you for the flowers. They are lovely. That being said, I am not sure what to tell you. What I told you is true. I don't hate you. Part of me feels like I should, but I just can't seem to manage. I would like to think that we might still be friends someday, but I have some questions that I need to understand the answers to first. Would you be willing to meet me to talk about them? If you want to, you can come by my work when I get off. That way we can talk without me having to explain it all to Jake. I work at Madame Dahlia's on the outskirts of town. If you'll just come to the sitting room and ask for me, someone will come get me. I'm off work at 9 o'clock, after dinner is cleaned up.
I hope to see you soon. I'd like to right things between us.
Sincerely, Lizzie
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Post by Alex on Aug 26, 2007 17:43:16 GMT -5
*Alex felt her stomach rise and sink quickly in succession upon seeing the direction of the note. She opened it and scanned it before falling into an armchair. She didn't know just what to make of this; something about Lizzie's note made Alex curious about her. The scent of the chase beckoned under the shame of having hurt her to begin with. She guessed what Lizzie's questions might be. Was it so painful to answer them?
She stood up and scrubbed a hand across her face before carefully folding Lizzie's not and slipping it into a pocket. She would clean up, put on a decent cravat, and go.
It was the least she owed Miss Quinn.*
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