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Post by Faith on May 17, 2007 19:31:46 GMT -5
"WEEEELL AT LEAST WE HAVE EACH OTHER!" *she shouted with dry intonation, nearly pulling her hair out by its roots, now.*
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Post by Richard on May 17, 2007 19:35:19 GMT -5
"You wretched little-"
He pointed at her and opened his mouth, but nothing came out. He looked confused, then angry, and then tried again with about as much success. Finally, he looked defeated.
"I really can't even think of a response to that," he said flatly.
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Post by Faith on May 17, 2007 19:48:57 GMT -5
(( )) "...right. Wretched little me..." *muttered Faye, turning away to kick the cleaned cauldron before hoisting it back into the fireplace for when she might next need it.*
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Post by Richard on May 17, 2007 19:52:39 GMT -5
"I'm sorry," said Richard, reaching back instictively to shove a hand into his hair, only to be reminded that what was there was now too short to mesh his hand into. "I'm just a little tense right now..."
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Post by Faith on May 17, 2007 19:57:17 GMT -5
"At the risk of quoting you--that makes two of us." *Faye pushed back her sleeves and pumped some water over her bare hands, scrubbing at the soot.*
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Post by Richard on May 17, 2007 19:59:05 GMT -5
Richard leaned forward onto the table again.
"Well, think of it this way. The boy can probably see you now."
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Post by Faith on May 17, 2007 20:25:40 GMT -5
*Faye dropped the scrubbing brush with a clatter and whirled around to face Richard, trembling from head to foot.*
"Y--you mean...we can be together? No consequences?"
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Post by Richard on May 17, 2007 20:27:19 GMT -5
"I wouldn't go so far as... you know. But togetherness, probably."
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Post by Faith on May 17, 2007 20:39:43 GMT -5
*Faye shrieked aloud before she clapped her hands over her mouth.*
"Are you serious?"
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Post by Richard on May 17, 2007 20:40:28 GMT -5
"I'm not entirely certain, but I suspect..."
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Post by Faith on May 17, 2007 20:45:03 GMT -5
*Richard didn't bother to finish his sentance as all that was left to address was the back kitchen door swinging on its hinges.*
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Chris
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Post by Chris on May 11, 2008 14:37:57 GMT -5
**NEW DAY**
*Chris waited to pick Sarah up at the appointed time with a heavy heart. He looked out the window distractedly.*
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Post by Sarah on May 11, 2008 14:41:45 GMT -5
*Buoyed by her finally clearing away the uncertainties in her mind, she came downstairs, dressed in t-shirt and jeans as that was really all the she had.*
"Hi, Chris." She called, when she caught sight of him.
She felt bad...he looked so forlorn over there...
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Post by Chris on May 11, 2008 14:43:11 GMT -5
*He smiled half-heartedly, standing.*
"Hi, Sarah."
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Post by Sarah on May 11, 2008 14:48:10 GMT -5
Oh, god, stop making me want to hug you.
*She smiled back, but it felt almost out of place*
"Are you okay?" She asked, straight-up.
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