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Post by Samantha-May Black on Apr 1, 2010 16:34:38 GMT -5
"Well, we can get you a garden, green fingers." He chuckled.
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Post by Bails on Apr 1, 2010 16:42:00 GMT -5
She wiggled her fingers at him, "If you could spend one day with anyone who would it be?"
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Post by Samantha-May Black on Apr 1, 2010 16:44:03 GMT -5
"With?" He pondered, drinking his tea a bit more. "Oh now thats a trick question."
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Post by Bails on Apr 1, 2010 16:48:23 GMT -5
"No tricks- There must be someone you'd like to just be with for a day."
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Post by Samantha-May Black on Apr 1, 2010 16:49:51 GMT -5
"my mother." He smiled gently, thinking this through carefully. "I'd like to spend a day with my mother."
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Post by Bails on Apr 1, 2010 16:56:30 GMT -5
She smiled softly, "That's a good answer." Breaking a piece of his pastry, she leaned back again. "Your turn."
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Post by Samantha-May Black on Apr 1, 2010 16:59:18 GMT -5
Nate chuckled, and as she sat back he made room for her feet on his lap, his hand falling on her calf. "Thank you, I thought so." He chuckled, and thought about his next question, wondering how they got themselves into this game. "What have you done recently that you regret?"
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Post by Bails on Apr 1, 2010 17:09:30 GMT -5
Isla took a sip of tea, feeling her cheeks blush a little as he touched her thigh. Reaching out, she took one of his hands and held it in hers, rubbing the pad of her thumb over the roughened skin. "I try to live life without regrets." Is said softly, of course the biggest regret being that she hadn't wrote Nate, hadn't been a good friend like Sam.
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