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 Posted: Tue Apr 07, 2009 11:27 pm
"Aye. We pretend I be yer mother, who can't read and write but wants more for ye."
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"Eleanor!" Soooob.
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Posted: Tue Apr 07, 2009 11:29 pm
"You can't read and write?"
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Rubs an ear. "Yup. Eleanor."
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Posted: Tue Apr 07, 2009 11:29 pm
"Nay."
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"I loved Eleanor."
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Posted: Tue Apr 07, 2009 11:32 pm
"Oh. But you aren't my mother."
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"Yeah?"
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Posted: Tue Apr 07, 2009 11:32 pm
"That be the one bit of pretending."
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"I wanted to do something for her. She wouldn't let me." Another sooob.
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Posted: Tue Apr 07, 2009 11:39 pm
"But it's lying."
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"Why wouldn't she?"
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Posted: Tue Apr 07, 2009 11:40 pm
"It won't hurt anyone. I just need these books."
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"I don't know. They always leave. They prefer..." Mean face. Suddenly tries to jerk around and throw fend off of him.
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Posted: Tue Apr 07, 2009 11:46 pm
"But it's a lie." Caaan't quiet get his little mind past that.
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Rolls off. "Heeey. Take it easy, Sin."
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Posted: Tue Apr 07, 2009 11:47 pm
"Yer mother wouldn't mind ye getting books."
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"No! I take it easy and.. and they leave!" Swings a punch at fend.
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Posted: Tue Apr 07, 2009 11:53 pm
"She wouldn't mind if I got them the right way. Let's wait for Uncle Will."
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Ducks. "Hey. It happens."
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Posted: Tue Apr 07, 2009 11:54 pm
"Bloody..." Grits her teeth. "Fine, we'll wait."
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"All the time!" Another punch.
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Posted: Wed Apr 08, 2009 12:00 am
"Okay."
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Hop! "Sometimes it takes a while."
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Posted: Wed Apr 08, 2009 12:01 am
"Come on, back home, I guess."
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"How many left you? How many died?" Punch punch. Stagger.
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Posted: Wed Apr 08, 2009 12:03 am
"Okay." Heads out!
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Dance of drunk person dodging. "A few left.. I don't know. You'll know when you meet the right one."
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Posted: Wed Apr 08, 2009 7:11 pm
Goes with. Grumbles.
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"How? How?" Swings again and collapses onto the floor.
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Knocking on sin's door to check on eleanors.
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