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Post by Lauren on Jul 21, 2008 12:02:34 GMT
"Searching for freedom from high society life," I lie.
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Post by Daz on Jul 21, 2008 14:05:48 GMT
"And how easy was that?"
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Post by Lauren on Jul 21, 2008 14:06:42 GMT
"I'll let you know when I find it," I joke.
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Post by Daz on Jul 21, 2008 14:07:37 GMT
"Hm." I smirk, "So you just ran off one day, is that it?"
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Post by Lauren on Jul 21, 2008 14:08:35 GMT
"Pretty much, my parents probably think I'm dead," I shrug.
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Post by Daz on Jul 21, 2008 14:22:56 GMT
"I've never thought about what the people I left behind think of me. I don't think any of them cared too much."
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Post by Lauren on Jul 21, 2008 14:24:04 GMT
"What about your master or whatever?" I ask. "Wouldn't they be a bit annoyed they didn't get their money's worth from you?"
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Post by Daz on Jul 21, 2008 14:34:18 GMT
"Probably.. Yeah. Annoyed, rather than worried." I shrug
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Post by Lauren on Jul 21, 2008 14:34:59 GMT
"Never fancied going back?" I ask.
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Post by Daz on Jul 21, 2008 14:48:32 GMT
"Couldn't see the point." I state, blankly, "There was nothing for me there."
".. Though, there's nothing for me here either. Not now anyway."
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