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Post by Smiler on Jul 22, 2007 14:10:09 GMT -5
"You do," Michael said, "and for some reason, you also get surprised every time I say something nice about you."
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Post by lifedeathangel on Jul 22, 2007 14:16:29 GMT -5
"That's because no one's ever said anything nice about me." Maya told him softly, "Except, my mom used to..."
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Post by Smiler on Jul 22, 2007 14:20:03 GMT -5
"How did that happen?" Michael wondered. "Do you have any close friends?"
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Post by lifedeathangel on Jul 22, 2007 14:38:11 GMT -5
Maya shook her head, "After the accident. I closed everyone off. No one knew what I was. Only my father did. He new everything. He was the main reason why I pushed my friends away. And even though I did have friends they weren't the kind to give compliments."
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Post by Smiler on Jul 22, 2007 16:48:47 GMT -5
Michael could sense she was feeling sad about this topic, but not so uncomfortable that they couldn't talk about it. "Well, now you're among people who can understand such things, I guess," he told her.
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Post by lifedeathangel on Jul 22, 2007 16:50:11 GMT -5
"Yeah, I guess I am." Maya said with a small smile.
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Post by Smiler on Jul 22, 2007 17:07:15 GMT -5
(( and with that, we move to Smiler and Exploder's dormitory. ))
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