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Post by Daz on Dec 14, 2007 19:31:43 GMT
"Y' held a sword to my throat last night, I think y' owe me.. something.. at least. It's not like I'm much of a stranger to you anymore.."
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Post by Jacky on Dec 15, 2007 9:23:08 GMT
"I'll answer yer question." I grant her, "If I can put a sword to your throat again tonight."
Not like I needed her permission, but maybe it'd work better this way.
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Post by Daz on Dec 15, 2007 16:51:07 GMT
"... I dont seem to have much of a choice, anyway." I shrug
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Post by Jacky on Dec 15, 2007 18:48:09 GMT
"Alright. Which question did you want answered again?"  |
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Post by Daz on Dec 15, 2007 18:51:54 GMT
"Either. I dont mind.. as long as you tell me something.."
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Post by Jacky on Dec 15, 2007 19:04:53 GMT
"I dreamt about someone who died." I chose to answer her first. "Some time ago now."
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Post by Daz on Dec 15, 2007 20:09:22 GMT
"Like who? A girl? Is this some tragic love story im missing out on?" I roll my eyes
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Post by Jacky on Dec 15, 2007 20:19:49 GMT
I smirk, "I'm not really one for tragic love stories, darlin', I'm sorry."
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Post by Daz on Dec 15, 2007 20:24:39 GMT
"So who died?"
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Post by Jacky on Dec 15, 2007 20:28:32 GMT
"...A girl." I have to confess her first assumption. "She was as dumb as the hindside of a pig, it was her own bloody fault." I add to that.
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