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Post by Lauren on Jul 27, 2008 10:05:45 GMT
I stand up and walk back out of the cabin and up onto the top deck, deciding not to hang around if she was just going to be staring into space all day long.
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Post by Daz on Jul 29, 2008 19:03:36 GMT
I'm starting to realise our matters of interest are quite different. Let alone our personalities. I'm always glad she left me here. It was starting to get tense. And I don't get along well in those situations.
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Post by Lauren on Jul 30, 2008 21:42:06 GMT
I lean on the railing, watching the waves hit the side of the ship. I think about the girl. In a way I wish I'd never bumped into her in that cabin, she does nothing but confuse me and I'm even starting to contradict myself with her constant questioning. But then again ... it seems like she knows Sparrow better than anyone I've met before. Just as long as she learns to hold her tongue before I cut it out if she doesn't stop frustrating me.
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