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 Posted: Wed Apr 21, 2010 9:13 pm
She had not forgotten about the house- she just chose for now to put on her best face. She would remember later and more than likely cry into her pillow.
"Mmmm." She propped her head on her hand and leaned on the table. "You are a very loyal friend then."
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Posted: Wed Apr 21, 2010 9:17 pm
He turned and fished in the fridge and pulled out a mango soda from the door, thank god for the little specialty shops.
He untopped it and shoved it at her like a bartender might a beer.
"Here...I'm not tall enough to reach into mother's 'stash' without a stool but you can start with this.
He wanted to tell her it was supposed to be HIS dreadful mother, but he couldn't... god... what could he -DO- for her.
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