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 Posted: Sun Jun 28, 2009 9:03 pm
"I'll stay for a little while. But if you get too tired, let me know. You'll need your rest, I'm sure."
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Posted: Sun Jun 28, 2009 9:20 pm
She shrugged a bit, and attacked the food like a starving woman.
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Posted: Sun Jun 28, 2009 9:29 pm
"Gracious me, child. You don't have to eat it like it's going to run from you. There's plenty here for everyone."
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Posted: Sun Jun 28, 2009 10:38 pm
She had the grace to wince and look embarrassed. "sorry," she mumbled.
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Posted: Sun Jun 28, 2009 10:47 pm
"It's perfectly alright, dear. Just don't rush so. I'd hate for you to choke yourself."
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Posted: Sun Jun 28, 2009 10:48 pm
She nodded a bit. "th... thank you."
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Posted: Sun Jun 28, 2009 11:26 pm
"You're welcome dear. And I still have some cookies if you'd like desert later."
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Posted: Sun Jun 28, 2009 11:41 pm
"Th...thanks." she said. Homemade cookies... it was almost like being home again... a stab of pain made her wince and she looked away, fighting back tears. Almost like when she was more important then arguing.
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Posted: Sun Jun 28, 2009 11:52 pm
"Now why the long face dear? Just a minute ago you seemed so happy..."
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Posted: Mon Jun 29, 2009 12:00 am
"And I should know better," she said flatly, angry at herself.
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Posted: Mon Jun 29, 2009 12:09 am
"Know better? Were you having a bad memory?"
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Posted: Mon Jun 29, 2009 12:11 am
She nodded a small bit. Not like that was a big secret.
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Posted: Mon Jun 29, 2009 12:28 am
"Would you like to talk about it Honey?"
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Posted: Mon Jun 29, 2009 12:35 am
"What I like and what I want don't matter!" She exploded, tears flowing free from her eyes as her hands curled into fists. "I can want to be able to blast my music and dance like I have no cares, I might want to not have to spend every moment ready to defend myself, I may want people to stop DYING on me, but that doesn't mean I get any of it!"
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Posted: Mon Jun 29, 2009 12:43 am
"Oh sweetie..." Maria reached her hand out to comfort the girl. "We're not going anywhere...No one wants to leave you."
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