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Post by Jules on Dec 13, 2008 22:29:13 GMT -5
Cal glared at her. "Cherry, c'mon. He knew what crimes he'd committed, he knew what the punishment was for those crimes, unless he was completely retarded. He knew what would happen if he got caught. He didn't forget to make you a back-up plan, he just didn't make one."
He restrained himself from slamming his fist down on the table, settling for clenching the edge of his seat. "And what does that even mean Cherry? He's a criminal and a liar and isn't going to be out for decades and you're supposed to sit here rotting?"
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Post by Princess Katie on Dec 13, 2008 23:12:54 GMT -5
The truth was not what Cherry wanted to hear. Her lip curled into a scowl, and she jiggled her foot in irritation. “Yeah, and what do you know?” she spat, her eyes narrowed in anger. “Criminal or not, that’s how we chose to live our life. Organized crime is my lifestyle; just ‘cause I did not do the doity woik does not mean I’m not just as guilty. Thing was, we didn’t have to worry about getting caught for the longest time. There was no police force. We could do what we wanted when we wanted, not a worry in the whole woild.”
Cherry broke eye contact to glare a hole in the tabletop. “We’re going to get married, once he gets out. He’s not a liar. And I love him,” She insisted, stubbornly, a tiny parcel of pure anger.
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Post by Jules on Dec 13, 2008 23:15:49 GMT -5
"I know that Brolly wasn't an idiot. And that he simply didn't make a plan for you, because he had more important things on his mind." Cal stood up, somewhat disgusted. He didn't like being rejected, even less when it didn't make any sense.
"Have fun being celibate for another century or so." He grinned somewhat maliciously and moved away from the table to locate his postal pen. "I'll get you a cab."
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Post by Princess Katie on Dec 13, 2008 23:40:28 GMT -5
“Please, do,” Cherry snarled, turning the water in her glass into a very robust whiskey and tossing it back, ignoring the stinging in her busted lip. She stomped outside after shrugging on her coat and seated herself on the curb with a growl of frustration.
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