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Post by Madeline Speare on Jan 9, 2009 21:56:49 GMT
So I was right, he wasn't let out for good behavior.
It was pretty obvious. Logan's an escaped prisoner, no surprise there. "I didn't say wait here" I murmur softly. Honestly, I know I'm a blonde but I'm not that dumb.
"Where then Logan? Since your so antsy about getting caught."
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Post by Logan Andrews on Jan 9, 2009 22:00:15 GMT
"Well, I don't know where," I mutter irritably, lowering my voice as if people passing by are going to hear and somehow immediately know what we're talking about and why.
I don't see fit to add that we both know why I'm so 'antsy about getting caught'. We both know what it's like in there, so it's really no wonder I might be a bit reluctant to get sent back.
"Somewhere less crowded."
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Post by Madeline Speare on Jan 9, 2009 22:38:12 GMT
It's not hard to notice the fact he's lowered his voice. I swear, he's gotten even more parinod as the years go by. Then again, he has every right to be. I know I wouldn't want to be dragged back to that place. I'm not the one that belongs in there though.
I sigh softly,"Fine then. Somewhere less crowded."
A couple of places come to mind.
"My house." I stop slightly, letting the ache settle in. "My old house, no one should be there."
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Post by Logan Andrews on Jan 9, 2009 22:45:03 GMT
"Fine," I mutter irritably, more because now I'm very aware I've been here for quite a while and should be somewhere else so I don't want to argue with her further, "Fine, right, I'll meet you there then. Great."
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