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Posted: Sat Jan 23, 2010 8:02 am
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Posted: Sat Jan 23, 2010 9:46 am
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Posted: Sat Jan 23, 2010 10:31 am
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Posted: Sat Jan 23, 2010 10:40 am
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Posted: Sat Jan 23, 2010 11:03 am
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Posted: Sat Jan 23, 2010 11:41 am
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Posted: Sat Jan 23, 2010 1:20 pm
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NoLifeKing66 ZombieApocalypseSurvivor After a moment of silence, Richie made up his mind and turned sharply off the road, going across the median and over a short field to the other road, stopping before he actually reached the road. He unlocked the doors, opened his door and tried to get out, minding his leg. Maryse watched as Richie struggled out of the driver seat. "Hey," she said, and handed him the M4, "Use this as a crutch." She smiled slightly as he took it, then got out of the passenger seat. Her hand went to the Beretta at her side. She didn't draw it, but she held it firmly, ready to draw at a moment's notice.
"Thanks," Richie said, taking the M4 and using it as a short cane, "So, whadaya say? After we get to GTA, we get inside and go through the 'initiation,' you wanna go to a restaraunt and just chill, relax and exchange on stories about before we met? Just to pass some time?"
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Posted: Sat Jan 23, 2010 1:57 pm
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Maryse laughed. "I don't think there's a restaurant in there," she said, "but we'll see." She wondered, albeit briefly, if Richie liked her.
She'd never been a very sociable person, not even when she was working at the bar. Occasionally somebody would grab her a** or make a stupid pass at her, and occasionally she would go home with one of them. Some of them told her they wanted to be her boyfriend. Some of them told her they wanted to marry her. She never stuck around long enough for them to sober up and decide if they'd meant it or not. She never really liked any of them.
In the end, Maryse always preferred sitting in her room by herself and watching monster movies to going out and spending time with people. Now, however, it was a different story. Now she wanted nothing more than to be around other people, to sit with them and talk with them and laugh with them.
She hoped it would bring some normality back to her life. She didn't think it would, but she hoped.
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Posted: Sat Jan 23, 2010 2:09 pm
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Posted: Sat Jan 23, 2010 2:31 pm
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Posted: Sat Jan 23, 2010 3:03 pm
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Posted: Sat Jan 23, 2010 3:50 pm
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Posted: Sat Jan 23, 2010 7:59 pm
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Posted: Sun Jan 24, 2010 4:00 am
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Posted: Sun Jan 24, 2010 4:44 am
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