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Post by Atticus on Mar 31, 2013 0:04:35 GMT -5
"I don't know, but it hurts like a bitch." He regretted the words as soon as they came out of it. He pulled his arm away and picked up his backpack, swinging it older his shoulder and wincing as the scrape sent a jolt of pain through his body. He shook it off.
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Post by subtleAssiduities on Mar 31, 2013 13:13:38 GMT -5
"It's not bleeding... it'll be better to let it air out," she said dismissively. "Hey, can I put my hat in your backpack?" With her Haiti wet it would only be an annoyance on her head. She put the hat between her knees and pulled her hair into a high ponytail to get it off her neck.
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Post by Atticus on Apr 1, 2013 14:51:43 GMT -5
Max shrugged. "Yeah, I guess so," he said as he took her hat and put it in his backpack. From here, it would be just a lot of walking until Fuchsia. He wondered if they would make it before sundown.
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Post by subtleAssiduities on Apr 1, 2013 21:46:53 GMT -5
"Thanks," she muttered. She looked up the trail pensively. "So I guess... .it's a straight shot from here?" she asked.
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Post by Atticus on Apr 4, 2013 17:30:17 GMT -5
"No more hidden turns," he responded with a nod, his eyes flashing to her chest when he noticed a pattern peeking through her shirt, and when he realised, quickly turned around again. He would have to get used to Charlie having lady bits.
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