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Post by Jacky on Jun 19, 2009 18:05:09 GMT
"...I hope he's not the type for that." I frown, not liking this idea.  |
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Post by Daz on Jun 19, 2009 22:46:44 GMT
"Jest get yer mind off it fer now and have a few drinks.. I swear that bloody thing has been the only thing on your mind fer weeks on end.."
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Post by Jacky on Jun 20, 2009 18:47:01 GMT
"I don't like the fact that I can't read it." I pointed out the obvious. "It can't be that hard."
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Post by Daz on Jun 24, 2009 16:49:53 GMT
".. drink." I urge him to shut up about it..
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Post by Jacky on Jun 24, 2009 18:17:04 GMT
"Hm." I drink some, but keep thinking about it. Maybe it's some sort of weird Chinese dialect that nobody speaks.  |
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Post by Daz on Jun 24, 2009 18:51:31 GMT
I watch him do so, eyeing him carefully before I take a swig in return.
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Post by Jacky on Jun 25, 2009 12:56:21 GMT
"Or maybe it's just really old.. ancient chinese." I muse out loud, not realizing I'm dropping these sentences out of th blue. I take another slow swig as I consider that option.
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Post by Daz on Jun 25, 2009 13:49:14 GMT
"... Maybe." I shrug, not really paying attention anymore. Everything he says concerning that bloody thing merges into one boring sentance for me now.
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Post by Jacky on Jun 27, 2009 8:39:29 GMT
Since she's not giving any valuable input anyway, I keep my thoughts to myself from there on, swigging rum silently.
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Post by Daz on Jun 27, 2009 9:10:25 GMT
I roll my eyes and sip again and again. Things really have become rather stale in our relationship lately, and I'm starting to strongly dislike his odd attachment to this.. job.. and it's lifestyle.
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