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Post by Anna Maria Amaya on Jan 10, 2007 0:50:42 GMT -5
She took a bit of the.. whatever it was and rolled her tongue around her mouth a moment before she smiled a bit. It had a, vinager taste to it but it was really, really good. She nodded, "This is really good.." She shoved the plate towards him. "Try some.."
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Post by blake on Jan 10, 2007 0:55:06 GMT -5
He watched her and smirked raising his brow. "um... "he laughed. "arlight.."He took apiece and tried it> "Hmm."he said, "Its.. not so bad, imn ot a fan of the vinigar taste, but other then that..its pretty good."he said and nodded to his speguetti> "wann atry this?'he asked,
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Post by Anna Maria Amaya on Jan 10, 2007 0:56:38 GMT -5
She wrinkled her nose a bit and shrugged, taking a bite off of his plate. She smirked a bit and pointed at her plate, "I like my.. whatever this is better.." she nodded, taking another bite of her food.
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Post by blake on Jan 10, 2007 1:01:21 GMT -5
He laughed a bit and nodded. "Sure sure..."He shook hs ehad. "Thats ok.. "he said as he went to eating his speguetti. "I like spegutti.'He grinned, "So 'Loh, tell me more about yourself?"he asked looking up at her curiously.
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Post by Anna Maria Amaya on Jan 10, 2007 1:04:38 GMT -5
She tilted her head a bit and then shrugged, eating some more. "What do you want to know?"
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Post by blake on Jan 10, 2007 1:09:14 GMT -5
he shruggd, "Whatever your wiling to tell me"He said,"That YOu havent so far'he added finishing his spegutti, he was a bit of a fast eater, he had to eat fast growing up teh way he had.
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Post by Anna Maria Amaya on Jan 10, 2007 1:28:39 GMT -5
She shrugged a bit, "My only friend was this crazy girl named Cassandra, she moved to Sante Fe from New York... she loved the wild horses.. her brother still lives in the city. She told me how I'd like it out here, she was right, kind of. I dont' mind it.. but it's just.. it's cold.. "
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Post by blake on Jan 10, 2007 1:51:20 GMT -5
he chuckled a bit and nodded. "its not so bad in the summer though"he said, "but it is pretty chilly here huh?"he shook his head taking another drink >"Im gladyou.. decided to ocme "he said.
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Post by Anna Maria Amaya on Jan 10, 2007 2:07:31 GMT -5
Her eyebrow went up and she watched him curiously, "No more games... ?" She finsihed off her food and shrugged a bit. "I don't know, I kind of like it. My cousin, Tally, she's a real pain and working in the factory is hard, hot work. But it pays I suppose.."
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Post by blake on Jan 10, 2007 2:19:39 GMT -5
He made no comment to her qustiong about no games. He nodded. "What doyou dot here exactly?"he aske dher, "I mean.. in what factory?"
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Post by Anna Maria Amaya on Jan 10, 2007 4:02:17 GMT -5
"The Textile mill.." she said with a shrug. Sure the work was dangerous, but at least it was out of the cold.
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Post by blake on Jan 10, 2007 4:06:53 GMT -5
"Ive heard things about people that go in there..a.nd some .. they get out without limbs and stuff.."he shook his head. "What are you doing in there?'he asked "You shouldnt be int here, not to mention having to dealwith the fumes and stuff"he frowned slightly, there was a flash of worry in his eyes before he covered it quickly.
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Post by Anna Maria Amaya on Jan 10, 2007 4:30:46 GMT -5
She quirked a brow at him and shrugged, "I don't have many options. It's that or the poor house. The streets.. I can't do what you do. I like my apartment, well, Tilly's apartment.. it's fine I'm not worried... "
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Post by blake on Jan 10, 2007 4:34:46 GMT -5
"yeah you say that and then youll get hurt or have some kind of .. respitory problem, "he shook his head. "I read things, I know what can happen"he said, "thats not right"He shook his head abit more firmly too, he was slighty angry, not at her, but well maybe at her a little for being so stubborn,and for the fact that she was right, there wasnt much else. She shouldnt be one to live on th estreets. He should just shut up and keep his own opinions to hismelf. He was looking dow at teh table now fiddling with a napkin.
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Post by Anna Maria Amaya on Jan 10, 2007 5:17:24 GMT -5
Her brows drew together as she watched him across the table. Why was he so.. worried? Why should he be.. all they did was argue and play games.. Why should he really give a damn about her? Without thinking she reached across the table and touched his hand. Nothing more before she got to her feet, it could have been taken any way he wanted but, she was telling him. Don't worry about me, because if he did. She might start to worry about herself.
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