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Post by Daz on Jan 5, 2007 23:49:58 GMT
I roll my eyes and follow him back inside, sitting on the floor, leaning against the bed.
"So tell me about it."
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Post by Jacky on Jan 5, 2007 23:52:48 GMT
I take a seat next to her and pass the rumbottle. "I didn't came here for conversation luv, just drink the rum." I brush it off.
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Post by Daz on Jan 5, 2007 23:56:21 GMT
"Well youre obviously troubled and I know you better than anyone else on this crew.. dont you think it would help you to tell someone, eh?" I nudge him a little and take the bottle from him once he's taken the first swig..
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Post by Nikki on Jan 6, 2007 2:06:08 GMT
Is this the end, or just a new beginning?
Forcing myself to stop with the confusing and poetic thoughts, I completely shut off all mental activity besides steering. . .and trying to ignore the chicken. It works quite nicely.
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Post by Jacky on Jan 6, 2007 12:30:56 GMT
"No, I don't think so." I counter that, "And if you would assume so, then you are the one who, eventhough she knows to know most, has a lack of knowladge about knowing what knowing me really is about. Savvy?" I take the bottle back from her when she took a swig.
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Post by Daz on Jan 6, 2007 15:17:19 GMT
"I hate it when you do that." I smirk, meaning his wild rambles that he does now and then..
"Always have. Because when you talk like it I never know where to start argueing back."
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Post by Jacky on Jan 6, 2007 15:18:18 GMT
I smirk, "A reason more for me to do it, eh?"
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Post by Daz on Jan 6, 2007 15:20:40 GMT
"Mmmhmm.." I take the bottle back again and look up at him "What is it that attracts you to.. her."
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Post by Jacky on Jan 6, 2007 15:24:39 GMT
I shrug, not sure how to explain it. Let alone whether to explain it at all.
"What did I say about conversation?" I remind her.
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Post by Daz on Jan 6, 2007 15:27:19 GMT
"I dont care. I was just bloody askin'.."
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