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Post by Michael on Dec 30, 2007 3:34:21 GMT -5
"I'm sorry, Kath." *He said, for what felt like the millionth time that day.* "I don't know how to handle this--the only thing keeping me sane are her letters."
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Post by Scarlett Booth on Dec 30, 2007 3:37:17 GMT -5
I don't know how to handle this--the only thing keeping me sane are her letters. ((THEN RESPOND TO THEM, SKANK! ;D ))
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Post by Kathy on Dec 30, 2007 3:38:19 GMT -5
"Don't lose hope, Mikey. Ye've always got a friend nearby." *Smiling gently at him from the doorway, she turned and disappeared down the hall to go fetch her clothes, thinking they must be dry by now.*
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Post by Kathy on Jan 2, 2008 22:52:08 GMT -5
***NEW NIGHT***
"Ye look tired, Michael," *she said, looking at him with concern.*
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Post by Michael on Jan 2, 2008 22:56:12 GMT -5
*He shook his head, trying to find the jar of salve his mom had sent. He finally found it on a table, in a nice normal place.*
"Aha, found you. I'm not too tired, just... weary."
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Post by Kathy on Jan 2, 2008 23:01:30 GMT -5
*She nodded.* "Well enough, then. I'm fair beat meself. Seemed no end to the sheets, today," *she said with a small twist of a smile, fiddling with her fingers.*
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Post by Michael on Jan 2, 2008 23:05:35 GMT -5
*He sat down and motioned for her to do the same, opening the jar and taking out some of it. It gave off a bit of a sweet smell, but nothing overbearing.*
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Post by Kathy on Jan 2, 2008 23:18:25 GMT -5
*Kathy sat down beside him and reached for the jar.*
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Post by Michael on Jan 2, 2008 23:25:24 GMT -5
*He pulled it back.*
"Oh no." *He said teasingly. He took one hand in his and started massaging the salve into it.*
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Post by Kathy on Jan 2, 2008 23:26:41 GMT -5
"Oh!" *She laughed softly.* "I-it's cold."
*Though not for much longer as his hands warmed it.*
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Post by Michael on Jan 2, 2008 23:27:39 GMT -5
*He kept at it, and then began massaging the other hand, focusing intently on the task.*
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Post by Kathy on Jan 2, 2008 23:31:38 GMT -5
"Thank ye, Michael..." *She said. There was another long pause.* "...how much do ye need to rub in?"
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Post by Michael on Jan 2, 2008 23:32:34 GMT -5
"No more." *He said softly. The jar was still almost entirely full.*
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Post by Kathy on Jan 2, 2008 23:39:54 GMT -5
"Alright," *she said, drawing her hands back.* "They feel better...much better."
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Post by Michael on Jan 2, 2008 23:40:39 GMT -5
"Look better, too." *He teased. Something was different tonight--whether him or her of both of them, he couldn't tell, but he tried to block it out.*
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