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Post by Quil Ateara on Jul 5, 2010 0:12:24 GMT -5
Quil looked at her with a confused expression on his face. "Claire there is nothing wrong with you." He tilted his head to the side to try and look her in her eyes. Which was hard to do the way she was sitting. "What makes you think something is wrong with you? Did I say something or do something...or did this boyfriend of yours do something?" He was trying, and most likely failing, at cheering her up. He didn't understand what could be wrong with Claire. He saw nothing wrong with her. To him she was just fine, more then fine, to him she was perfect.
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Post by Claire Young on Jul 5, 2010 0:48:30 GMT -5
[/b] "I'm inclined to disagree."[/i] She turned her face away from him, her expression hard and cold. Any other girl would kill to be in my position- so why aren't I so thrilled? "You said it yourself- girls should like to be so attended to. What does that say about me?"[/i] She sighed and raked her fingers through her long hair, pulling it over her shoulder and then twisting it around her long fingers, a trait she tended to utilize when she was nervous or upset. [/sup][/blockquote][/blockquote] && tagged ---[/b] Quil Ateara && music ---[/b] nada && outfit ---[/b] here&& lyrics ---[/b] “airplanes” by b.o.b. && notes ---[/b] Poor Quil. && credit ---[/b] 20shadesOFblack of CAUTION 2.0![/sup]
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Post by Quil Ateara on Jul 5, 2010 0:54:25 GMT -5
Quil looked down and sighed,"I didn't mean it like that Claire. I was just saying. I don't know what girls want. I'm not some expert or anything." He didn't get how what he said made her seem so upset. And since it did, it hurt him. He watched her,"Your just fine Claire. At least to me anyway. I don't think anything is wrong with you."
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