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Post by Jacky on Mar 6, 2009 14:10:19 GMT
"I didn't mean it. The insultin' bit, I did for a moment mean to get you drunk." I'm honest with her.
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Post by Daz on Mar 6, 2009 14:11:26 GMT
"See. You hate me. You only like me when I'm unable to contoll myself!"
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Post by Jacky on Mar 6, 2009 14:15:16 GMT
"No.. no I didn't say that."
I don't think I did?
"I don't hate you now, and you look sort of out of control." I point out.
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Post by Daz on Mar 6, 2009 14:15:47 GMT
"You're just a liar."  |
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Post by Jacky on Mar 6, 2009 14:16:23 GMT
"Yes, frequently. But not now." I claim.
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Post by Daz on Mar 6, 2009 14:18:02 GMT
"How should I know?"
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Post by Jacky on Mar 6, 2009 14:22:28 GMT
"...Do my pupils dialate?" I smirk.
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Post by Daz on Mar 6, 2009 14:23:19 GMT
"I don't know. What tha hell are pupils?" I wonder
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Post by Jacky on Mar 6, 2009 14:24:08 GMT
"The black things in the eye, luv. Tha's how ye tell someone's lyin'." I inform her.
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Post by Daz on Mar 6, 2009 14:26:37 GMT
I look up and stare at him, "I can't see yers, yer eyes are so dark. They are probably always like it."
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