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Sept 21, 2008 19:30:31 GMT -5
Post by Jules on Sept 21, 2008 19:30:31 GMT -5
"The main tent." She supplied, still studying his face, still unwilling to accept that he was being serious. This was all too much change, not in a bad way, not at all, but she kept expecting him to burst out laughing or for her to wake up and realize it was all some dream.
"But I hear the guy living there is kind of protective of that space. Doesn't let anyone else in."
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Sept 21, 2008 23:07:50 GMT -5
Post by Miss Jack on Sept 21, 2008 23:07:50 GMT -5
"He is," Vince said solemnly. "It's private, like a sanctuary."
And it would never be a place of true rest, and happiness, if she wasn't there with him.
"I think he needs you to stay with him."
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Sept 21, 2008 23:21:37 GMT -5
Post by Jules on Sept 21, 2008 23:21:37 GMT -5
She stared at him wide-eyed for a long moment, who would have ever thought Vince would admit to needing anyone? Mary hated to admit it, but it was moving. Already held close to him, she pressed her face into his neck, not caring that he smelled like old; she smelled like sick, after all. What a pair they were. She smiled although he could not see it and sighed happily.
"I love you." She whispered so softly he might not have heard her at all.
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