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Post by Aziraphale on Dec 4, 2007 17:17:54 GMT -5
*Aziraphale sipped his tea for a few decidedly awkward moments, and tried to think of a topic that would draw her into conversation.*
"So... tell me about your daughter."
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Post by Lady Norrington on Dec 4, 2007 17:20:03 GMT -5
"Her name is Proserpina, and she's the only thing about the relationship I had that I don't regret."
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Post by Aziraphale on Dec 4, 2007 17:33:29 GMT -5
"How old is she now?"
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Post by Lady Norrington on Dec 4, 2007 17:35:17 GMT -5
"Eleven..."
She stared off into space.
"I've missed so much of her life..."
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Post by Aziraphale on Dec 4, 2007 17:39:41 GMT -5
"You have all the time in the world to make up for it."
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Post by Lady Norrington on Dec 4, 2007 17:42:39 GMT -5
"I don't think I do, at this rate."
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Post by Aziraphale on Dec 4, 2007 17:46:10 GMT -5
Why, of course you do. It's only a few years, Megan."
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Post by Lady Norrington on Dec 4, 2007 17:50:33 GMT -5
"She's barely a child anymore."
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Post by Aziraphale on Dec 4, 2007 20:31:43 GMT -5
"Eleven is hardly an adult, my dear," *he said gently.* "She has growing to do yet."
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Post by Lady Norrington on Dec 7, 2007 18:32:44 GMT -5
"I know, but it's been so long..."
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Post by Aziraphale on Dec 9, 2007 14:00:13 GMT -5
"Don't be so negative, my dear. I'm sure she missed you terribly."
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