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Post by Kip Quinn on Jul 23, 2008 14:40:13 GMT -5
*Kip had rushed home, delirious and oddly silent through his dinner. As twilight fell, he climbed up into the sturdy maple in the back yard, playing a soft tune on his mouth harp.*
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Post by Jake Quinn on Jul 23, 2008 14:43:49 GMT -5
*Jake, arriving home just then, heard it and knew. Something in him sank. Good God, he couldn't court the girl and just stomp on Kip like that. And yet...he couldn't bear to think of letting her go, quite. The idea of her with another man churned his stomach...just as the fact that that other man was his baby brother churned it back the other way. With a sigh, he shook his head to Liz' offer of dinner and went into his room, shutting the door.*
What have I got to offer her, anyways?
*Lying on his bed, he listened to the evening birds calling, the cool chirp of crickets, and Kip's slow, sing-song playing.*
"Lark..." *he murmured.*
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