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Post by Renn on Jun 18, 2007 11:51:17 GMT -5
*Renn laughed*
"You're reacting the same way I did. Hot chocolate and rambling."
*She stood up.*
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Post by Eponine on Jun 18, 2007 11:53:12 GMT -5
*Eponine smiled weakly.*
"It's sad. Hallie really loved him, I think. If her were, by some random twist of fate, going to marry anyone, it would have been her."
*She kept making the hot chocolate.*
"I just don't want Aimee to grow up without a father."
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Post by Renn on Jun 18, 2007 11:56:34 GMT -5
"I don't need anything, Epoinine," *she said.* "I'm okay, really."
*She sighed.*
"I think so too. God, Hallie's a wreck. I can't imagine having someone you love die... Anyway, Aimee'll be fine. She's got us to take care of her."
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Post by Eponine on Jun 18, 2007 11:58:39 GMT -5
*Eponine laughed a little*
"I don't think I'm making the hot chocolate for you. I'm making it because whenever I get upset, I have to do something with my hands to keep me from breaking down."
*She sighed.*
"I guess she will have us... a bunch of crazy single women. Even I had a father, if a crappy one."
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Post by Renn on Jun 18, 2007 12:00:14 GMT -5
"Yeah... She'll be fine, I know it. She'll have a bunch of siblings," *she said*
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Post by Eponine on Jun 18, 2007 12:02:42 GMT -5
*Eponine laughed.*
"For someone who never got married, he sure did manage to have a lot of children. Fitz is adorable, he came to visit me a few days ago."
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Post by Hallie on Jun 18, 2007 21:43:13 GMT -5
Hallie walked into the room, rubbing her eyes drowsily. "Whachya talkin' about?" she asked groggily.
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Post by Renn on Jun 18, 2007 21:46:28 GMT -5
"Nothing important, Hallieface," *she said smiling.*
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Post by Hallie on Jun 18, 2007 21:47:05 GMT -5
She sat down and groaned. "I just had the worst dream ever. I get sick just thinking about it!"
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Post by Renn on Jun 18, 2007 21:50:56 GMT -5
*Renn looked concerned.*
"Wanna talk about it?"
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Post by Hallie on Jun 18, 2007 21:53:57 GMT -5
She laughed. "Okay. But I warn you, it's on crack. See, I was in the swan/peacock bed from the 2004 movie, and Michael Cerveris was lying next to me naked and smoking a cigarette. Only it smelled like mints, not tobacco. Suddenly, Charles Manson swings by on a vine ala Tarzan wearing leather underpants and picks me up. Then he takes me to this random rocket ship and puts a KFC bucket on my head. Then Sarah Jane Moore and Squeaky Fromme start shooting at my head. And then I woke up." She grinned at her friend, knowing that this would probably only amuse her.
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Post by Renn on Jun 18, 2007 21:55:42 GMT -5
*Renn burst into giggles, relieved that her friend was feeling better.*
"You need therapy."
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Post by Hallie on Jun 18, 2007 21:56:56 GMT -5
"Well, I ain't getting it from Lecter or Crane!" she declared. "And I love how you were more worried before I told you about it than after."
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Post by Renn on Jun 18, 2007 21:58:59 GMT -5
"With you, darling, this is normal."
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Post by Hallie on Jun 18, 2007 22:01:13 GMT -5
She snorted. "Well, kind of, but it isn't normally nightmares. I think I may be PMSing or something, though. I've got most of the usual symptoms."
((What is this foreshadowing of which you speak?))
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