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Post by Jack on Jun 11, 2009 13:14:14 GMT -5
Jack nodded, not getting up. He looked at her for a moment, then spoke up. "Why are they mad at you?" He whispered.
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Post by Emma Frost on Jun 11, 2009 21:47:30 GMT -5
"I...hurt some people...a long time ago." she left it at that. Then a small smile crept across her face, "if you'd make it to class on time, you'd know that."
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Post by Jack on Jun 13, 2009 1:18:14 GMT -5
"...Why would I want to know that?" Jack inquired softly, but he didn't wait for an answer. He stood up and left, tossing her a ghost of a smile in return as he went out the door. He wondered if he'd ever hurt anyone. He was glad that he couldn't remember it, if he had. But what if he found out later that that was the case? He'd never forgive himself. That poor woman. He wondered if she forgave herself.
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Post by Emma Frost on Jun 13, 2009 23:52:08 GMT -5
She watched him as he went out the door and sighed. He seemed like a nice kid. He'd smiled at her. No one smiled at her anymore...just threw her hateful glances. She put her head back down in her hands. Would she ever get anyone to trust her? She sure didn't feel like it right now.
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Post by m0251047m on Jul 25, 2014 13:39:14 GMT -5
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