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 Posted: Wed Dec 21, 2011 2:37 am
"Maybe."
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"I think you can."
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Syrupy fade.
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"s**t. I hope she comes back soon."
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Posted: Wed Dec 21, 2011 2:43 am
"Probably. They might be looking because we look so nice!" She giggles.
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"He knows what's going to happen. He can understand what we're saying."
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Oh my!
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"She's fiiine."
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Posted: Wed Dec 21, 2011 10:51 pm
"Maybe at you."
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"Just once." He reaches to shut the window.
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"I'll believe that when I see her."
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Posted: Wed Dec 21, 2011 11:00 pm
She snorts.
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Nat frowns. "I told you. I can't make him go into a cage."
Horace ruffles his feathers at Byron.
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"Yeah, yeah."
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Posted: Wed Dec 21, 2011 11:01 pm
...
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"Then how do you know this happens?"
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He pokes at the dirt some more.
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Posted: Wed Dec 21, 2011 11:04 pm
"Yooou look very nice, you know."
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"Because it's happened before. He's been killed or he's gotten old and died. It's always the same."
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"So you're just going to sit here?"
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Posted: Wed Dec 21, 2011 11:15 pm
He shakes his head.
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Byron stands and circles towards the door. "You want immortality and youth, correct?"
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"Yep."
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Posted: Wed Dec 21, 2011 11:21 pm
"Trust me. I don't usually hook up with ugly men." She kisses his cheek.
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".. Yes." He watches Byron.
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"Oookay. I've got stuff to do. Yell if you need me." Off he goes!
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Posted: Wed Dec 21, 2011 11:22 pm
This gets a small smile out of him.
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Byron shuts the door. "Then we must pursue all avenues."
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"Got it."
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Posted: Wed Dec 21, 2011 11:31 pm
"There we go. I really like your smile, but you don't do it very often."
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Nat gives Horace a solemn look.
The bird clicks its beak in a bored way.
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Posted: Wed Dec 21, 2011 11:33 pm
"Sorry."
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He slides a key into the lock and twists it. "By the way, what would happen if I slit your throat?"
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Posted: Wed Dec 21, 2011 11:34 pm
"It's okaaay."
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"I would bleed a lot and probably ruin your carpet."
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Posted: Wed Dec 21, 2011 11:36 pm
"Angie?"
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"But you would ultimately be fine."
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Posted: Wed Dec 21, 2011 11:39 pm
"Hm?"
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"I would.. Yes." He nods sadly.
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Posted: Wed Dec 21, 2011 11:40 pm
"Do you think I should return to my father's?"
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"What if it was a gold knife?"
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