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Post by becky on Nov 9, 2005 5:36:20 GMT -5
"really. Why?"
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Post by Atlantic on Nov 9, 2005 17:29:18 GMT -5
"A friend was killed and only then did i realise what it was like to lose someone." he said
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Post by becky on Nov 9, 2005 17:43:39 GMT -5
"Ah." her father is uncomfortable now. he feels bec is threatened
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Post by Atlantic on Nov 10, 2005 14:38:03 GMT -5
He sighed.
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Post by becky on Nov 10, 2005 17:42:34 GMT -5
Becky comes back in. "Lunch is ready." Beaming and happy, she motions atlantic into the dining room, setting a bowl in front of her father. "here, daddy." She is sooo gullible...its not even funny...
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Post by Atlantic on Nov 14, 2005 13:07:01 GMT -5
'Tic stood up.
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Post by becky on Nov 14, 2005 15:43:08 GMT -5
She leads him into the dining room. "Its not much... but it should taste good..."
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Post by Atlantic on Nov 15, 2005 15:23:32 GMT -5
He smiled. "Thanks."
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Post by becky on Nov 15, 2005 17:41:00 GMT -5
She, very politely waits for him to sit first. Its all manners with her.
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Post by Atlantic on Nov 15, 2005 20:45:37 GMT -5
He sat down.
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Post by becky on Nov 16, 2005 18:13:38 GMT -5
She sits down, too, silently staring at her hands, unable to eat.
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