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Post by sophie esther o'shea on May 8, 2010 22:27:28 GMT -5
 "Once upon a time, there was an amazingly handsome prince. Who liked to get dirty and fix cars. He'd come home and smear grease for fun all over his princess and she'd shriek and laugh....."
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Post by lucas connor o'shea on May 8, 2010 22:34:47 GMT -5
 "Because the prince loved her laugh, of course. Not because the thought of her beautiful features covered in grease against his body was arousing...of course. -coughs- Go on...though. I like this one." |
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Post by sophie esther o'shea on May 8, 2010 22:40:37 GMT -5
"-giggle- Lucas!...Anyway. They loved to have picnics and watch movies together. But the princess keeps falling asleep on him and never sees the end of the movie."
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Post by lucas connor o'shea on May 8, 2010 22:50:07 GMT -5
"Becauuuuse she's a lazy bumface. Obviously. Who suffers from narcolepsy sometimes. But it's cute. In a bumface way." |
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Post by sophie esther o'shea on May 8, 2010 22:54:26 GMT -5
"Oh wow. I don't think the prince is going to be invited over for dinner anymore--....Okay, remember that lifehouse song we loved? We used to lay on my bed and listen to on repeat for hours??...It just came on the radio.. "
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Post by lucas connor o'shea on May 8, 2010 22:57:43 GMT -5
"...is it bad that I kind of just want to go back there right now?" |
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Post by sophie esther o'shea on May 8, 2010 23:00:48 GMT -5
"No. I want to be back there too. Laying next to you....Wanting to reach out and hold your hand."
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Post by lucas connor o'shea on May 8, 2010 23:02:55 GMT -5
"Wishing that you'd fall asleep in my arms, again. So I could stroke your hair and whisper lyrics into your ear." |
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Post by sophie esther o'shea on May 8, 2010 23:09:26 GMT -5
"...-sniff- I don't think I-I can tell the rest of the story... You tell it...""
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Post by lucas connor o'shea on May 8, 2010 23:17:58 GMT -5
"-pause- The breathtaking princess, well... she and the prince. Things got complicated... No. No, things...things were simple. And they were together. And happy, and... perfect and for the first time in his life, the prince had found peace." |
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Post by sophie esther o'shea on May 8, 2010 23:27:17 GMT -5
"... He stole her heart. And took her breath away..."
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Post by lucas connor o'shea on May 8, 2010 23:29:07 GMT -5
"And he ached to have her join him, tonight." |
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Post by sophie esther o'shea on May 8, 2010 23:30:11 GMT -5
".... But. Holly...."
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Post by lucas connor o'shea on May 8, 2010 23:31:21 GMT -5
"And Nathan. -pause- I'm sorry." |
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Post by sophie esther o'shea on May 8, 2010 23:33:11 GMT -5
"Oh god. I'm... A terrible wife.." -muffled sobbing-
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