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[thedawniscoming]

[there's the sound of a city street and irate sort of sigh and a mutter.] Women.

Jack, I need a ride back. [His tone is a little less irate and a little more genuinely, well, bamboozled. Of someone who really doesn't want to deal with what's going on and like hell isn't going to right now] This better be over.

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[thedawniscoming.livejournal.com]

Renee.

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[nevertheanswer.livejournal.com]

Dent.

[Muttered, pretty damn derisively.] Women.

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[thedawniscoming.livejournal.com]

Glad to see you've calmed down.

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[nevertheanswer.livejournal.com]

Oh yeah, I'm calm. Why wouldn't I be calm?

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[thedawniscoming.livejournal.com]

I remember a well placed kick.

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[nevertheanswer.livejournal.com]

I remember you in my bed.

Naked. You deserved it.

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[thedawniscoming.livejournal.com]

I never said I didn't. But I'm not the only one to blame now am I?

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[nevertheanswer.livejournal.com]

I'm blaming this God damned community. Almost a fucking year.

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[thedawniscoming.livejournal.com]

What do you mean 'almost a year?'

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[nevertheanswer.livejournal.com]

There's a reason I don't drink, Har - Dent.

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[thedawniscoming.livejournal.com]

[dryly, sardonic] You get aggressive?

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[nevertheanswer.livejournal.com]

[This is her bitch please voice.] Don't need booze for that.