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Post by Rose on Nov 15, 2011 13:20:24 GMT -5
He smiled, squeezing her shoulders again and massaging the one gently.
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Post by Skittery on Nov 15, 2011 13:21:12 GMT -5
((dang it!))
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Post by Script on Nov 15, 2011 13:22:24 GMT -5
((Aw!))
She sighed again. "I should make you do this for real when we get home." She turned her head to smile up at him.
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Post by Skittery on Nov 15, 2011 13:27:58 GMT -5
"Hmm, I'll think about it," he teased, bending down to kiss the top of her head.
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Post by Script on Nov 15, 2011 13:29:31 GMT -5
She giggled, moving to sit on a bench, eyes on the lights.
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Post by Skittery on Nov 15, 2011 13:34:38 GMT -5
"What's the best Christmas you ever had?" he asked, resting his ankle on the knee of his other leg and stretching his arm across the back of the bench.
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Post by Script on Nov 15, 2011 13:37:44 GMT -5
She shifted to snuggle up against him, head resting in the crook of his shoulder. "There was one year, when I was probably 8 or 9, Mama and me made enough cookies to last a lifetime. We decorated all of them and everything. I kept making Daddy try them, and he ate them 'cause he didn't want to disappoint me." She laughed, remembering. "I think he had a stomach ache for days. He turned grey every time he even saw a cookie until after New Year's."
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Post by Skittery on Nov 15, 2011 13:40:17 GMT -5
He chuckled, bending his head to kiss her temple. "Sounds delicious. So you got your baking from your mom?"
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Post by Script on Nov 15, 2011 13:43:03 GMT -5
She nodded. "She was amazing in the kitchen. There was always something cooking or baking. It was like magic."
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Post by Skittery on Nov 15, 2011 13:44:14 GMT -5
"You must miss her a lot..." he said softly, a bit sadly.
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Post by Script on Nov 15, 2011 13:47:58 GMT -5
She bit her lip, taking his hand that wasn't around her shoulders in her hands. "I do. Daddy's never really been the same. And I guess neither have I..."
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Post by Skittery on Nov 15, 2011 13:54:36 GMT -5
"No...you aren't when you lose family," he said, the tone in his voice unchanged.
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Post by Script on Nov 15, 2011 13:57:08 GMT -5
She tilted her head up at him, asking softly. "Where are your parents, Michael..?"
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Post by Skittery on Nov 15, 2011 14:00:46 GMT -5
"House fire, four years ago," he said simply.
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Post by Script on Nov 15, 2011 14:02:05 GMT -5
"Oh, Mike.." She moved to wrap her arms around him, holding him.
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