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Post by Jacky on Mar 16, 2009 20:59:30 GMT
"Oh jesus, fuck it." I decide, and I go over and give her a tight hug. "Let's go home, okay? So we can talk about this stuff."
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Post by Daz on Mar 16, 2009 21:09:50 GMT
I nod a little, feeling tense as ever, though I follow along with him closely to the car anyway, swallowing deeply.
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Post by Jacky on Mar 16, 2009 21:12:37 GMT
We get into the car, and I pull out of the drive to head back home. I'm not sure what to say. I'm thinking about it, but I'm silent still.
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Post by Daz on Mar 16, 2009 21:14:10 GMT
I decide I should break the silence though, and I glance over at him when the car comes to a stop in traffic again, "Uh.. how are the kids?"
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Post by Jacky on Mar 16, 2009 21:17:46 GMT
"Caty was hyper and happy this morning. I didn't see Tristan yet." I tell her. Glad we got something to break the silence.
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Post by Daz on Mar 16, 2009 21:21:46 GMT
I nod a little, "Are they with Brooke?"
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Post by Jacky on Mar 16, 2009 21:23:17 GMT
"Yeah." I glance aside to her for a second, as long as the traffic allows me to.
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Post by Daz on Mar 16, 2009 21:27:25 GMT
I look back at him, quietly, feeling horrible, not only inside, but outside too. I'm lacking make-up and my face is still pretty red and puffy from all the tears last night.
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Post by Jacky on Mar 16, 2009 21:33:25 GMT
At the return of The Silence, I narrow my eyes a little and consider how to start this tricky conversation. "So.. Uhm. Sorry about yelling last night." I don't quite remember whether I did. But I bet I did.  |
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Post by Daz on Mar 16, 2009 21:34:07 GMT
I glance back across to the window, ".. Me too."
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