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Post by Script on Nov 19, 2011 23:10:36 GMT -5
Her lip trembled and her eyes welled up. She looked up at him desperately. "Mike...Mike, please..."
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Post by Skittery on Nov 20, 2011 8:25:22 GMT -5
"I just want to be alone right now, okay?" he snapped, though he had tried to keep his voice calm. "Just... I'll be back." He hugged his coat tighter around him and headed outside.
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Post by Script on Nov 20, 2011 11:51:49 GMT -5
She stared after him, starting to cry again. But she let him go.
She'd screwed it up. She'd found someone to take care for her and take care of her, and she'd screwed it up.
Because she couldn't get over Sebastian.
She really only had one option left. She found some paper and scribbled a note, leaving it on the coffee table of the parlor. Then she grabbed her coat and left.
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Post by Skittery on Nov 20, 2011 13:26:45 GMT -5
Skittery returned about an hour later, though it felt like he'd been out there longer. Just to see, he looked inside the parlor. There he found a piece of paper that hadn't been there before. He slumped over there, still in a very bad mood, and grabbed it. It was a note...
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Post by Script on Nov 20, 2011 13:29:51 GMT -5
All the note read was:
"I wish I'd met you first."
((Annnnd, I'm PMing you!))
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