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Post by Gracie Dean on Dec 28, 2007 18:34:17 GMT -5
"No. It was hell."
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Post by Judge Turpin on Dec 28, 2007 18:39:00 GMT -5
"What happened?"
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Post by Gracie Dean on Dec 29, 2007 22:58:37 GMT -5
((Insert horrific girls' boarding school story here.))
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Post by Judge Turpin on Dec 29, 2007 23:01:02 GMT -5
"Barbaric."
*He leaned back in his chair*
"And so, our paths cross once again. I won't ask why you're in hiding, since I don't think you'd tell me."
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Post by Gracie Dean on Dec 29, 2007 23:05:02 GMT -5
"I ran away, that's all."
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Post by Judge Turpin on Dec 29, 2007 23:08:06 GMT -5
"No one to look after you, with your parents gone...and yet you seem to be intact."
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Post by Gracie Dean on Dec 29, 2007 23:16:39 GMT -5
"On the outside, at least."
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Post by Judge Turpin on Dec 29, 2007 23:17:54 GMT -5
*He smiled slightly, taking Gracie's hand*
"I always had a fondness for you, I did liked you. If you need any help or money..."
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Post by Gracie Dean on Dec 29, 2007 23:18:54 GMT -5
She shook her head.
"No, I'm past hope. But if you need anything..."
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Post by Judge Turpin on Dec 29, 2007 23:20:43 GMT -5
*Did he need anything? He needed his morality back, that was one. He needed control of his impulses. He needed a certain lovely young singer, and a respectable admiral's bride.*
"No thank you. But we will see each other, I'm sure."
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Post by Gracie Dean on Dec 29, 2007 23:21:44 GMT -5
"I..."
She paused.
"I really don't have any money..."
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Post by Judge Turpin on Dec 29, 2007 23:22:04 GMT -5
"How much do you need?"
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Post by Gracie Dean on Dec 29, 2007 23:22:59 GMT -5
"I could use a job..." she said slowly.
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Post by Judge Turpin on Dec 29, 2007 23:23:51 GMT -5
"I'll find you one. I do have a bit of influence."
*He raised an eyebrow*
"Maybe even in my office."
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Post by Gracie Dean on Dec 29, 2007 23:26:31 GMT -5
"It would be an honor to follow after my father, sir..."
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