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Post by Vivian Astley on Mar 20, 2004 23:28:20 GMT -5
Well, thank you for that. I really need to go down to breakfast, send everyone my regards will you?
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Post by Jeffrey on Mar 20, 2004 23:31:44 GMT -5
*nods silent recognition* Of course.
But my HAHT!
Shut up, you crazy bastard!
Both of you! Shut up!
... Bean freak...
You're one to talk, Boston George.
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Post by Vivian Astley on Mar 20, 2004 23:35:54 GMT -5
*rolls eyes and kisses his cheek and exits the hospital wing*
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Post by Jeffrey on Mar 20, 2004 23:38:39 GMT -5
*sighs and closes eyes* It's no heart attack, fool. You may have had a heart attack, and probably did. But you're fine as long as you don't have direct control over this man for awhile.
Whaih's the fun in that?
The fun of allowing us all to live!
Experiance?
Yes...
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Post by Vivian Astley on Mar 21, 2004 10:22:04 GMT -5
*walks back in looking rather depressed after breakfast and feels his forehead*
Well the good news is you don't have a fever anymore...the bad news is you're all stuck in here *waves vaguely around the hospital wing* until I can speak to Zack without interuption.
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Post by Jeffrey on Mar 21, 2004 12:06:46 GMT -5
*rolls eyes* Nobody respects a Doctor of Journalism anymore. I should not be taking guff from these swine.
Duke, go sniff some ethuh, the lady want to talk to the man alone.
You're all against me, I know it!
Shove off, all of you. I'm sorry ma'am... Vivian?... he's in a bit of shock. He didn't expect George to really have a heart attack. I think he's better though, I'll check. You two, behave!
He stahted it.
The hell I did, man...
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Post by Vivian Astley on Mar 21, 2004 21:03:05 GMT -5
*sits back in chair and rests eyes, trying to block out the arguing*
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Post by Jeffrey on Mar 21, 2004 21:05:51 GMT -5
Duke, George, do I have to separate you? 2 upstanding citizens such as yourselves should not be fighting. Especially, Duke, when Mister Jung her can supply you with the coke that your dear attorney lost...
That fucking narcotics agent!
Yes, yes, now run along, the both of you and work something out... *rolls eyes* They'll be the death of me, but it's kind of sweet... like taking care of a bunch of 2 year olds... So, Viv, being that I'm of somewhat sane mind again, what's up... Am I dead?
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Post by Vivian Astley on Mar 21, 2004 21:24:29 GMT -5
*eyes flutter open and she gives him a gentle smile before leaning over and kissing him on the forehead*
Of course you're not dead. You were just feverish.
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Post by Jeffrey on Mar 21, 2004 21:29:16 GMT -5
It felt like I was shot in the chest with a cannon... Worst feeling I've ever had...
*sheepish* My bad... sahry...
George? Fuck... warn me next time... *small smile* I guess I'm not dead.
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Post by Vivian Astley on Mar 21, 2004 21:39:50 GMT -5
*grins*
Of course not silly, do you honestly think I'd let you?
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Post by Jeffrey on Mar 21, 2004 21:42:27 GMT -5
*completely serious* I certainly hope not.
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Post by Vivian Astley on Mar 21, 2004 22:00:24 GMT -5
*looks at him sadly*
Why do you think I would? I couldn't.
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Post by Jeffrey on Mar 21, 2004 22:04:45 GMT -5
No... I know you wouldn't, but... I dunno. It's... *sigh* I just don't know.
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Post by Vivian Astley on Mar 21, 2004 22:21:34 GMT -5
*sighs tiredly*
I'd love for you to explain whats going through your mind right now but I don't want to push you.
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