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Date Posted: 08:19:13 12/22/04 Wed
Author: Aly
Subject: She swallowed back a painful sob, she didn't have to see his face to feel the accusation he shot, it sank straight into her heart. She wanted to scream, she wanted to lock him in the apartment and never let him go, she wanted to take a gun and shoot jake dead.... "What would you have me do... let him kill you instead. I don't care what you say Charlie, I know what he's capable of. He hasn't won until he's broken what we have beyond repair.... " maybe it was ....
In reply to: Charlie 's message, "I know how you're playing these dirty games - they're killing me, and I know how you love to watch me beg, well here I am - do you like it, yeah? Do you like it?" on 05:16:59 12/21/04 Tue


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  • He swallowed heavily at her words, shifting and pushing his toes in the thick carpet, he bent to pick up his jacket, pushing one arm into it and finally turning to face her, standing squarely in her direction, he pressed his lips together and then slid the other arm into his jacket, sliding then into his shoes and reaching for his keys. "I don't know that he hasn't already won, then, Alysia." His voice was cold, something that didn't seem possible for the normally fun-loving, goofy, sensitive Italian man, but he was wounded, and right now, he wanted to go and lick his wounds and die by himself in the forest. (NT) -- Charlie, 08:23:45 12/22/04 Wed
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