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Post by Jacky on Jun 15, 2007 16:49:32 GMT
"Ah.." I stick the spaghetti in my mouth and chew it, as I figure that.. either her mother *moved* away or *passed* away. I decide not to ask about it, the question seeming to personal.
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Post by Hannah on Jun 15, 2007 16:53:22 GMT
I take the fork out of his mouth with a smirk and continue eating myself. Maybe I really should buy some more china and forks and stuff one day.
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Post by Jacky on Jun 15, 2007 16:55:50 GMT
"How old are ye?" I ask then, cos I realize I have no idea what age this girl is. Looks are often deceiving - bad conditions making people seem older and good spirits making one years younger.
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Post by Hannah on Jun 15, 2007 16:58:28 GMT
"I'm 15.." I tell him easily enough and chew on my spaghetti slowly. "You?" I ask right back since I might aswell know his age too when he knows mine.
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Post by Jacky on Jun 15, 2007 17:05:35 GMT
"Eighteen." I reply. Truth is; eighteen in a month. But I might as well neglect that tiny difference for the reason that eighteen sounds a lot more mature and impressive, don't it?
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Post by Hannah on Jun 15, 2007 17:14:21 GMT
It does sound impressive indeed and I frown a bit, looking at him, kinda wondering why he even bothers to 'hang out' with me.. besides the bed and roof I got here..
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Post by Jacky on Jun 15, 2007 17:18:28 GMT
"What?" I ask in reply to her frown, before I fish up some more spaghetti.
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Post by Hannah on Jun 15, 2007 17:25:40 GMT
"You're old." I tell him with a teasing grin and steal the fork right back from him.
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Post by Jacky on Jun 16, 2007 10:35:36 GMT
"Right. Downright ready to crawl into my grave." I agree smirkingly.
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Post by Hannah on Jun 16, 2007 11:32:26 GMT
"Yes.. you look like it too. I should fetch you a walkingstick" I giggle
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