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Post by Lauren on Jul 16, 2008 19:44:41 GMT
"Nice," I smile. "Never been there, but I've seen it in story books,"
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Post by Daz on Jul 16, 2008 19:46:39 GMT
"Suprising. Your name sounds Italian. I'm not from venice, I was born in Rome. Moved to Naples before I can remember."
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Post by Lauren on Jul 16, 2008 19:48:17 GMT
"My mother was French, my father was Italian - I'm something in the middle," I say with a slight laugh. "Moved around too many times to count,"
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Post by Daz on Jul 16, 2008 20:06:20 GMT
"To the likes of us," I gesture around the cabin, "the Ocean is our home. I suppose, anyway."
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Post by Lauren on Jul 16, 2008 20:08:04 GMT
I nod, "Aye, true, very true," I glance at her with curiousity, "So what are these issues you've got with said Captain?"
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Post by Daz on Jul 16, 2008 20:12:27 GMT
I open my mouth a little to answer but no words come out at first. I have to think about what I say pretty carefully.
"... Oh. A whole manner of things. We've shared past... Situations. All of which ended rather bluntly. And I just need to work out a few things. To help me move on. Because right now I don't know where I stand with anything."
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Post by Lauren on Jul 16, 2008 20:15:39 GMT
"Sounds like he broke your heart and you need closure, luv," I tell her, holding back a smug smirk, "Or was it the other way around? Did you break the good Captain heart?" I hope for the latter.
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Post by Daz on Jul 16, 2008 20:30:33 GMT
I give her a considerabley insulted glare, "You should stop with the fairytales."
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Post by Lauren on Jul 16, 2008 20:33:15 GMT
"I'd rather be stuck in a fairytale than the depressing truth that is real life," I say with a roll of my eyes.
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Post by Daz on Jul 16, 2008 20:43:15 GMT
"Hmm." I peirce my eyes into her before I stand up a little, straitening my shirt, taking a deep breath, "I try to stay clear of fiction."
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