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Post by Caylee Thayer on Dec 16, 2007 23:34:01 GMT -5
"'Posed to be a peace offering," she muttered, catching the towel. She dropped the towel onto the brown spot and pressed on it with her foot. She bent down to pick up the foam cup and tossed it into the trash.
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Post by Caylee Thayer on Dec 16, 2007 23:40:03 GMT -5
"I know you are," she replied simply and quietly. She picked up the towel and tossed it into the hamper.
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Post by Caylee Thayer on Dec 16, 2007 23:43:15 GMT -5
"I know you didn't," she said. "Listen, I don't care if you don't want to date, or anything. I just know that there is a sweet guy down there. Somewhere. All I want to do is find him."
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Post by Caylee Thayer on Dec 16, 2007 23:49:29 GMT -5
"If you'll be able to sleep at night with that, then yea. We are."
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Post by Caylee Thayer on Dec 16, 2007 23:53:28 GMT -5
"So you're admitting that you're cynical and rough-around-the-edges?" she raised her eyesbrows.
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Post by Caylee Thayer on Dec 16, 2007 23:55:40 GMT -5
"You know, not all girls find that attractive. Maybe the blonde ditzs like Barbie that was in here, but most girls like someone who could actually treat them with respect."
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Post by Caylee Thayer on Dec 17, 2007 6:43:25 GMT -5
"I'm just saying. Not all girls want to be treated like they're some man's bitches. Some might, they might enjoy being inferior. But I don't."
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Post by Caylee Thayer on Dec 17, 2007 22:58:19 GMT -5
"Just in the way you toy with my emotions and... how you act all... jerky," she made vague motions with her hands.
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Post by Caylee Thayer on Dec 17, 2007 23:06:17 GMT -5
"Be that as it may, and I'm not saying this as someone who was involved with you, but as a friend- a female friend. Girls don't like being treated like that." she said. "They'll love you, and they'll think your amazing. But they'll do that on their own without you being all... haughty."
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Post by Caylee Thayer on Dec 17, 2007 23:14:41 GMT -5
"They like to be loved," she started. "for what's in their heart, not the two mounds of flesh covering it. And for what's in their head. They want someone who will listen to them, really listen, not just go 'mhmm' and 'yea' at all the right times. Girls want someone who can put up with them during their rough times and enjoy them in their good. They basically just want a support system. A best friend. Not a living dildo."
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Post by Caylee Thayer on Dec 17, 2007 23:20:41 GMT -5
She thought quietly. "... how about I test your listening skills. Right now."
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Post by Caylee Thayer on Dec 17, 2007 23:23:54 GMT -5
She shifted next to him, her back against the same bed. "Okay. So. I'm a foster child, as you should know. Right?"
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Post by Caylee Thayer on Dec 17, 2007 23:28:06 GMT -5
"So, a few weeks ago, my mother's parental rights were revoked," she said. "My dad had killed himself when I was five, and then my mom just couldn't handle it. So I went into foster homes. Anyway, her rights were taken away. So legally, I'm an orphan. And I'm supposed to be put up for adoption."
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Post by Caylee Thayer on Dec 17, 2007 23:32:29 GMT -5
"It gets worse," she said softly. "Emmett said that his parents wanted to adopt me. Everything would be fine. I'd go here, I'd still be with him, everything would be perfect. But..." there was always a but. "Emmett's parents want to get a divorce. And if they do, they can't adopt me. Me and Em would be separated. And his parents want me and him to go down for the weekend. And we really don't want to, but we don't have a choice." she paused. "... the end."
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Post by Caylee Thayer on Dec 17, 2007 23:39:33 GMT -5
"But you listened, didn't you," she put a hand on his knee, shaking it. "You didn't zone off and this about sports or other girls. You thought about me and my situation. Girls like that. I like that."
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