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Post by Hal on Aug 12, 2008 14:02:45 GMT -5
"Not from that refrigerator," she said with a sigh.
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Post by Mello on Aug 12, 2008 14:04:09 GMT -5
He frowned slightly. "Right." He walked to the sofa and perched on the back.
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Post by Hal on Aug 12, 2008 14:07:30 GMT -5
She stared at the floor. There was nothing she could say.
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Post by Mello on Aug 12, 2008 14:25:52 GMT -5
He took alternate swigs of beers and bites of chocolate, looking up at the ceiling.
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Post by Hal on Aug 12, 2008 14:35:37 GMT -5
She mastered herself for the moment. "What's wrong with you?"
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Post by Mello on Aug 12, 2008 14:37:59 GMT -5
He looked at her in surprise. "Nothing."
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Post by Hal on Aug 12, 2008 14:38:29 GMT -5
"Then why are you pouting?"
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Post by Mello on Aug 12, 2008 14:39:59 GMT -5
He scowled. He did not pout. "I'm building myself up to looking at Near again."
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Post by Hal on Aug 12, 2008 14:46:44 GMT -5
She looked away from his gaze.
"Don't drink too much of that. You might regret it later if you shoot me by mistake."
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Post by Mello on Aug 12, 2008 14:49:40 GMT -5
"Doubt I'd get that drunk from one beer. Anyway, I'd be more likely to shoot Near."
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Post by Hal on Aug 14, 2008 9:40:27 GMT -5
"That would be counter-productive, don't you think?"
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Post by Mello on Aug 14, 2008 10:33:59 GMT -5
"Yeah..." he sighed "I know. I can dream though, can't I?"
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Post by Hal on Aug 14, 2008 11:02:00 GMT -5
"Dream whatever you'd like," she grumbled, "as long as you actually show up."
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Post by Mello on Aug 15, 2008 7:39:46 GMT -5
"I've said I will, haven't I?" he replied "I intend to keep my promise."
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Post by Hal on Aug 15, 2008 13:40:14 GMT -5
"Thank you. My own neck thanks you as well."
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