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Post by Treszka on Sept 16, 2008 18:56:33 GMT -5
*She couldn't stop a small chuckle from escaping*
"Yeah...you get used to it, though."
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Post by Tony on Sept 16, 2008 18:58:24 GMT -5
"Where are you from?"
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Post by Treszka on Sept 16, 2008 19:03:50 GMT -5
*That was a lot easier to answer*
"Paris. Born and raised...so German and American by blood, French by nationality."
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Post by Tony on Sept 16, 2008 19:08:14 GMT -5
"My mother was from Paris...even though my suethor keeps messing up her versefic and realverse canons in her head wherein my mother is also kind of from Russia and so she had to think about this one for five minutes before she figured out where we were."
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Post by Treszka on Sept 16, 2008 19:13:53 GMT -5
((That's beautiful, Emily.))
*She was still a little annoyed with him, but it was quickly cooling off*
"I love Paris. I've been all sorts of places, but I don't think I could live anywhere else."
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Post by Tony on Sept 16, 2008 19:15:58 GMT -5
((And true. And sad. Because it's truuuuue.))
"...yes...the place holds many happy memories for me."
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Post by Treszka on Sept 16, 2008 19:25:21 GMT -5
"Me, too." She said, her voice growing a bit quiet.
All I remember of mother is here.
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Post by Tony on Sept 16, 2008 19:34:41 GMT -5
"You...your family remains there?"
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Post by Treszka on Sept 16, 2008 19:38:23 GMT -5
If only that were the case.
"Well...no. It's just me. Mother died some months ago, and my father...he just...wanders. Sometimes I think he's more like a ghost than anything else."
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Post by Tony on Sept 17, 2008 1:59:13 GMT -5
"I'm sorry," *said Tony softly.*
"My mother died once, too. She and my father don't like to talk about it," *he said. Without thinking.*
...oh no.
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Post by Treszka on Sept 17, 2008 12:50:04 GMT -5
*At first, she'd thought he'd misspoken, but then...no, judging from the look on his face. Maybe that's what she was sensing as his connection to death? A part of her, though, was certain it was something not-so-removed*
"I believe you." She said quietly.
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Post by Tony on Sept 17, 2008 12:51:25 GMT -5
*Tony cleared his throat. Perhaps it wasn't too late.*
"I mean...er...we all thought she was going to die. But then she didn't."
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Post by Treszka on Sept 17, 2008 12:59:30 GMT -5
"It's all right. I know of the things that happen in Paris. But I am glad to hear that she's all right, now."
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Post by Tony on Sept 17, 2008 14:30:25 GMT -5
"Yes...our family has been...touched by such things. I...nearly...died myself, once."
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Post by Treszka on Sept 18, 2008 12:24:33 GMT -5
*So that's where that feeling around him was coming from*
"I can't imagine what that's like. I've never come close, just...seen it in others."
Or, y'know, Death is my father.
*Not that she could tell Tony that.*
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