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 Posted: Sun Mar 19, 2006 8:14 pm
Aubrey twisted her fingers in her hands. "Its not that bad, really. You never have to work. We take care of you here. Almost anything you want.. we'll provide it."
She winced. "Well, except heroin or whatever it is your on."
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Posted: Sun Mar 19, 2006 8:16 pm
"I aint on anytin' wich is th'problem!" He sputtered, giving her another dismissing wave of the hands.
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Posted: Sun Mar 19, 2006 8:46 pm
Aubrey raised an eyebrow skeptically. "Whatever."
She got back into her Jeep, watching him wearily. "Its only going to get worse before it gets better. But then it will be much better. I promise."
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Posted: Sun Mar 19, 2006 8:53 pm
He scrambled in front of the car, practically throwing himself over the hood, "No, no! Y'gotta' help me, lass!"
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Posted: Sun Mar 19, 2006 8:55 pm
Aubrey gave him an exasperated look. "HOW?" she sighed. "I"m not going to give you your drugs back, Mr. Woodrow. How do you want me to help you?"
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Posted: Sun Mar 19, 2006 9:16 pm
"Why no'??" He slammed a fist down on the hood of her car, "A wee sniff o' somethin's hardly as bad as turnin' people hairy!" His voice had taken a pleeding tone, hands slapping together to beg.
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Posted: Sun Mar 19, 2006 9:21 pm
"I'm sorry," she said with a frown. "You're thank me one day."
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Posted: Sun Mar 19, 2006 9:24 pm
"Thank ye fer nothin'!" He snarled, kicking the bumper sharply befor giving a cry of pain, hopping on one foot as he shook the hurt one sorely, cursing angrilly.
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Posted: Sun Mar 19, 2006 9:26 pm
Aubrey sighed. "I'm sorry. I will talk to Joli about stealing, though. If thats any consolation."
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Posted: Sun Mar 19, 2006 9:29 pm
"Consilation me arse," He grunted, staggering back with a look of disgust. He'd go lay down. Just go lay down. He murmured to himself as he wobbled towards his duplex, pulling a cigarette from his pocket and worked on trying to light it once it was between his lips.
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