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 Posted: Sat Feb 07, 2015 11:59 am
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Horace did not know what to say to Jan's words. HE was right, of course; Horace did not want that callous side of Jan directed at him. But at the same time, he didn't want it directed at anyone else. IT was ******** stupid, this possessiveness that had sprung out of nowhere. Horace hadn't cared about the girl he'd dated like this, or the boy - they had felt more like shifting, transitionary pasttimes. He'd been hurt by them, forgiven them, forgot, and kept them by his side while not caring as much when they roamed. He did not want to share Jan.
"The lamp is your reminder... what did you leave with her?" His curiosity was a horrible, horrible thing and it made him ask questions he was not sure he wanted to know the answer to.
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Posted: Tue Feb 10, 2015 9:32 am
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"I scarred her as she says." he said. "A treble clef for her arrogance. She dismissed me so often, so readily, it was frankly what she deserved."
He shrugged dismissively. "It was quite some time ago at this point you know."
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