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Post by Jacky on Mar 4, 2009 23:37:14 GMT
"Would it help if I started ignoring ye?" I ask.
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Post by Daz on Mar 4, 2009 23:38:16 GMT
"Deffinately not. Then I would be quite upset. And... and.. poke your eyeball." I smile  . |
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Post by Jacky on Mar 4, 2009 23:39:43 GMT
"You wouldn't poke me eyeball. You love me eyeball." I tell her.
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Post by Daz on Mar 4, 2009 23:41:43 GMT
"Ohhhh, don't be so sure. I love yer... leg. And I'd poke that in an instant." I do so, to proove my point. |
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Post by Jacky on Mar 4, 2009 23:44:29 GMT
"You don't love me leg like ye love me eyes though." I claim.
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Post by Daz on Mar 4, 2009 23:45:28 GMT
"How on earth can you tell?" I wonder, smirking.
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Post by Jacky on Mar 4, 2009 23:47:04 GMT
"Because.. I can't do anything with my leg that makes you do whatever I want. But the eyes, that's a different story." I grin.
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Post by Daz on Mar 4, 2009 23:49:30 GMT
"Oh really? Name one example?"
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Post by Jacky on Mar 4, 2009 23:51:53 GMT
"I always get yer drinks when I give ye a pleadin' look. And.. I get to have *you* when I give you an intense look as if I'm undressing you mentally." I name two, for the sake of it.
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Post by Daz on Mar 4, 2009 23:53:30 GMT
"You manipulate me then." I stare  , "I shan't be falling for that anymore!" |
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, "I shan't be falling for that anymore!"