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Post by Jacky on Mar 12, 2010 20:42:54 GMT
"I'm not going there." I assure her in a mumble, "Just warning you." I speed up to get through a orange trafficlight.
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Post by Daz on Mar 12, 2010 22:15:32 GMT
I turn my attention away from him and back out of the window. If he's trying to present himself as being all macho and emotionless this morning, he's doing a great job.
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Post by Jacky on Mar 12, 2010 22:19:41 GMT
When we get to the place, it's crowded as hell outside. A police escort has to guide us through, reminding me an aweful lot of the last time I was in court. Only hopefully this time it'll turn out good for all of us. I light a cigarette, trying to get rid of my nerves.
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Post by Daz on Apr 6, 2010 19:07:34 GMT
I follow him out, frowning when he lights that cigarette. More so than before all those little things annoy the hell out of me. There's something about the way he's acting - or attempting to act - that makes me feel uncomfortable.. because I can't do that. I can't calm myself, I have nothing to calm myself with. For once I wish we were both equal.
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