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Posted: Sat Mar 26, 2011 9:39 pm
"I don't understand."
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Off he stumps to find Matthew.
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Posted: Sat Mar 26, 2011 9:51 pm
"I've been here over five years. Aside from the first several months.." He winces, "very little happened."
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Matthew is in his room, unpacking.
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Posted: Sat Mar 26, 2011 10:08 pm
"Soooo.. I'm stressing you out."
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Russ knocks on Matthews door!
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Posted: Sat Mar 26, 2011 10:10 pm
"No. Mast.. Cervelli, my father, moving..." He rubs his head.
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Matthew opens the door with a lazy smile. "I was hoping.." The smile fades. "Oh. You."
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Posted: Sat Mar 26, 2011 10:16 pm
"So you're stressed out." She tilts her head.
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"Yeah, me." Wrinkley nose.
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Posted: Sat Mar 26, 2011 10:17 pm
"....Yes."
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"Well, what do you want?"
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Posted: Sat Mar 26, 2011 10:26 pm
"But it's not necessarily me?"
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"What's eating you?"
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Posted: Sat Mar 26, 2011 10:28 pm
"No, of course not."
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He wrinkles his nose. "What?"
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Posted: Sat Mar 26, 2011 10:51 pm
"Okaaay."
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"You've been acting like something's bothering you."
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Posted: Sat Mar 26, 2011 10:54 pm
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Posted: Sat Mar 26, 2011 10:58 pm
"Tea?" She holds her glass up.
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"Yep."
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Posted: Sat Mar 26, 2011 11:00 pm
"Yes, please."
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"Huh." He tries to shut the door on Russ's face.
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Posted: Sat Mar 26, 2011 11:05 pm
She hands it over. "We need a vacation."
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He sticks his foot in the door. He used to be a carpet salesman! "You were more of an a** earlier. What's going on?"
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Posted: Sat Mar 26, 2011 11:06 pm
"A vacation?"
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Matthew frowns down at the foot. "Move you foot."
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Posted: Sat Mar 26, 2011 11:19 pm
"Yes. So we can relax."
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"Did your puppy die? Aren't you married? Wife trouble?"
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