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Post by Kathy on Dec 29, 2007 2:28:31 GMT -5
"As if ye could make me," *she said, settling down to lie companionably on the grass beside him, staring up at the tree branches.* "I was just afraid you'd gone daft in this heat."
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Post by Michael on Dec 29, 2007 2:31:03 GMT -5
*His eyes were closed, but he was still awake.*
"S'not so bad, especially with those sea breezes comin' in."
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Post by Kathy on Dec 29, 2007 2:34:09 GMT -5
"Mind the times we used to catch a ride on the fishcart from the village to the sea and go swimmin' at the coast? You boys'd catch us fish for our supper and we'd spend the night 'round the campfire on the beach...then go back the next mornin', sunburnt an' smellin' of salt and soot and fish guts in our hair and our mothers would think we were possessed..."
*She picked at a picked of grass and twirled it between her fingers before pressing it between her thumbs and making it buzz against her lips.*
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Post by Michael on Dec 29, 2007 2:40:20 GMT -5
"Ach, Kath, y'tryin' to blow my ears out?" *He teased.*
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Post by Kathy on Dec 29, 2007 2:41:07 GMT -5
*In response, she leaned over and let the grass shriek directly into his ear.*
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Post by Michael on Dec 29, 2007 2:43:41 GMT -5
*He groaned.*
"Ye're goin't'drive me t'th'madhouse, woman!"
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Post by Kathy on Dec 29, 2007 2:44:43 GMT -5
"Ye never had much of a mind to lose, if ye ask me," *she said with a shrug, switching tacks and tickling his ear with the piece of grass.* "An' yer sisters would expect no less of me as I'm here in their stead."
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Post by Michael on Dec 29, 2007 2:49:38 GMT -5
"Ach. Don't mention them, they're nutters already."
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Post by Kathy on Dec 29, 2007 2:54:33 GMT -5
"Cheeky." *She poked him in the ribs.* "And lazy. And boring."
*She got to her feet, brushing off her skirt.*
"I'll see you later, then."
*Sticking her hands in her pockets she walked off whistling, feeling restless as she headed in the direction of the cliffs.*
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