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Post by jackkelly on Jan 29, 2012 22:13:37 GMT -5
"Yeah? I'm starting to really love it, something about the sound..." Jack said and then sighed. Or the fact that Birdie played it...
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Post by Bumlets on Jan 29, 2012 22:18:48 GMT -5
"I think you're lovin' the sound because of who's playin' it." Bumlets chuckled. "Either way Jack, sounds like you've found something special. What you gonna do about it?"
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Post by jackkelly on Jan 29, 2012 22:21:58 GMT -5
"I dunno just yet. She's...different then other girls I been with." He meant that she was innocent and a little sheltered from the world. He didn't want to ruin her.
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Post by Bumlets on Jan 29, 2012 22:38:05 GMT -5
Bumlets nodded his head, looking over at his friend under his hat, "She's not like the cats-- or the Brooklyn girls.." That would rip your throat out soon as look at you.
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Post by jackkelly on Jan 29, 2012 22:41:36 GMT -5
"Exactly and she's honest. She don't have a hidden agenda or nothing," Jack said.
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Post by Bumlets on Jan 29, 2012 22:47:32 GMT -5
"Not sayin' that its rare for that but-- it's a good thing. Don't have to peel back the layers.."
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Post by jackkelly on Jan 30, 2012 7:07:23 GMT -5
"exactly. I'm sick of not knowing what I'm gonna get ya know?" he said.
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Post by Bumlets on Jan 30, 2012 11:41:48 GMT -5
He laughed, "Yeah, yeah I do. Can't say I don't agree with you either. So many girls aren't what they appear to be." Hell so many people weren't.
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Post by jackkelly on Jan 30, 2012 12:59:16 GMT -5
"What about you bum? You met anybody?" He asked.
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Post by Bumlets on Jan 30, 2012 13:25:21 GMT -5
Bumlets snorted and then smirked, "Christ.. they're just like a bunch of birds to me-- pretty colors sqwacking around. Since Mabel left -- nah." No one could connect with him in the intellectual level he needed. Mabel had only been around a bit, an upper class girl on hard times, the moment-- the instant-- that she'd been able to go home she left and gave no thought to the boy she'd left in the slums. Bumlets didn't blame her any. That was life. "Besides someone has to give you sensible advice from time to time.."
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Post by jackkelly on Jan 30, 2012 13:28:51 GMT -5
"Thankfully you're here to do that." Jack said with a smirk. "No word from her at all huh?" He asked Bumlets. He knew Mabel was a sore subject.
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Post by Bumlets on Jan 30, 2012 13:37:28 GMT -5
"Nah, not since she left.." he pulled a smoke from the case he had. "Besides, high class girls don't spend their lives with gypsies. There's a reason we stick to our own kind.." He grinned, there were a lot of reasons for that but he didn't bother saying anything else about it. "She can do better, I hope she does."
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Post by jackkelly on Jan 30, 2012 15:53:47 GMT -5
Jack nodded and settled more comfortably into his chair. "You know you don't give yourself enough credit. She saw something in you that you can't see."
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Post by Bumlets on Jan 30, 2012 18:20:45 GMT -5
"Probably but she was too out of my league to make it work, Jack. I knew she'd go back.." he had she'd said she would, when things sorted out.
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Post by jackkelly on Jan 30, 2012 19:18:29 GMT -5
"It was still rotten, Bum," Jack said with a sigh.
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