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Post by Meadowlark on Feb 16, 2011 23:18:18 GMT -8
"I needed space to think, he wasn't leaving...I...spoke hastily. I..." He shook his head. "it's for the best anyhow.."
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Post by victoriousscarf on Feb 16, 2011 23:20:36 GMT -8
"You see him since then? Before tonight I mean?"
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Post by Meadowlark on Feb 16, 2011 23:22:58 GMT -8
"Once." A time he'd rather not think about.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Feb 16, 2011 23:24:06 GMT -8
Mac watched his expression closely. "Why didn't you ask him ta come back then?"
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Post by Meadowlark on Feb 16, 2011 23:29:16 GMT -8
"It's best if he doesn't." Came the reply, Cori's face impassive, except for the slight tensing of his jaw and almost imperceptible downturn of his lips.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Feb 16, 2011 23:30:28 GMT -8
Mac frowned at him. "You idiot, why?"
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Post by Meadowlark on Feb 16, 2011 23:33:04 GMT -8
The lawyer glared at his friend. "It just is. I can't have that sort of distraction."
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Post by victoriousscarf on Feb 16, 2011 23:34:57 GMT -8
Mac arched a brow. "Distraction. Is that what they're callin' it now? And why the hell not?"
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Post by Meadowlark on Feb 16, 2011 23:37:02 GMT -8
Cori's eyes narrowed. "What do you mean, 'why the hell not'?"
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Post by victoriousscarf on Feb 16, 2011 23:38:10 GMT -8
"Why couldn't you afford a distraction?" Mac asked, leaning back further, steepling his paws.
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Post by Meadowlark on Feb 16, 2011 23:38:59 GMT -8
"I don't want one." Cori rose to his feet, leaning heavily on the cane.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Feb 16, 2011 23:45:51 GMT -8
Mac frowned, the furrow between his brow increasing. "How much of this is because of what happened back then?" he asked suddenly. "Why are you still punishin' yourself for that?"
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Post by Meadowlark on Feb 16, 2011 23:46:46 GMT -8
"None." Came the swiftly growled response. "I'm not."
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Post by victoriousscarf on Feb 16, 2011 23:51:52 GMT -8
Mac's mouth twisted. "Cor..."
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Post by Meadowlark on Feb 16, 2011 23:53:58 GMT -8
He glanced toward the door, shifting his weight to his right leg. "What?"
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