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Post by The Smith on Nov 24, 2009 18:28:37 GMT -5
"I am your servant." Tybolt replied, "And I understand you, a gift from my love."
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Post by Viea Greyjoy on Nov 24, 2009 18:36:27 GMT -5
Marianne kissed him. "No servent. You are my Knight. rescuing me from my fate."
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Post by The Smith on Nov 27, 2009 9:21:58 GMT -5
Tybolt pulled her close, "I am indeed." He quieted for a moment and said in a husky voice, "A fate of luxury, and ease. Now you will have to work as a washwoman, to afford a simple house or more likely apartment."
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Post by Viea Greyjoy on Nov 28, 2009 6:18:30 GMT -5
She sat up. "At least I now know that what we get we earned, not what others have done for us. Or that we dont deserve."
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Post by The Smith on Nov 28, 2009 8:49:28 GMT -5
Tybolt smiled, and kissed her cheek, "Will that be your task, finding the silver lining in every cloak I tear apart."
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Post by Viea Greyjoy on Nov 28, 2009 14:02:08 GMT -5
"Dont tear too many my love. I may be alright at sewing, but darning I have no hope!" Marianne replied with a smile.
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Post by The Smith on Nov 28, 2009 14:30:34 GMT -5
He kissed her again, and yawned before he could reply. "You have worn me out. I need my sleep."
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