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Sting
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Date Posted: 07:10:36 10/19/02 Sat
In reply to:
Dana
's message, "*she shakes her head* Loads of things are free" on 05:55:00 10/19/02 Sat
He tilts his head, sucspison in his cold grey eyes. He pulls the long pony tail over one shoulder, playing absently with the end, now not meeting her eyes. What she's asking him to do is harder for him then she could ever know. Trust, that is. "O....okay, I guess." He says, sounding unsure for the first time. "But if I....if I leave, and the others...Rhi, Slande, and Robbie.....if they still want to stay....you've got to promise to take care of 'em, even if I don't wanna stay. 'Cause if you lay even a finger on 'em to hurt them, you'll regret it." He says, sounding firce, but no longer a cynical jerk, simply a scared, uncertain young boy. "'Cause I care about them more then anything ." He admits softly. He swallows hard, wincing as if it causes pain to do so. "Okay?" He asks, voice harsh quite suddanly, as he clears his throught. (Sp? I can never spell that.)
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