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May 12, 2006 20:38:03 GMT -5
Post by Toad on May 12, 2006 20:38:03 GMT -5
"Don't worry," he said, "I have cousins." He picked Thomas up gently. The boy stirred slightly and started sucking his thumb. "Is this one Thomas or Michael?"
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May 12, 2006 20:42:29 GMT -5
Post by Analyse on May 12, 2006 20:42:29 GMT -5
"Thomas," she answered softly, rubbing Michael's back lightly. She was used to the question, it seemed pretty standard for identical twins.
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May 12, 2006 20:43:51 GMT -5
Post by Toad on May 12, 2006 20:43:51 GMT -5
He looked down at the sleeping child. "They're cute," he said. He looked up at her and smiled slightly. He started to climb the stairs to the twins' room.
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May 12, 2006 20:46:45 GMT -5
Post by Analyse on May 12, 2006 20:46:45 GMT -5
She smiled slightly, following him and keeping a weak grip on Michael. "They're two. I think there's a law somewhere that they have to be cute."
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May 12, 2006 21:24:47 GMT -5
Post by Toad on May 12, 2006 21:24:47 GMT -5
He laid Thomas down in his bed, pulling the covers back and tucking him in. He turned to Wanda, gently taking Michael from her and putting him to bed as well.
Mortimer had heard St. John and Wanda going up the stairs. She's probably going to sleep with him, he thought, she can love him; he's handsome and well-to-do and smart...I can be all of those things if she gave me the chance...
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May 12, 2006 21:26:54 GMT -5
Post by Analyse on May 12, 2006 21:26:54 GMT -5
"Thank you," she whispered softly, walking over to kiss each boy on the forehead and stroke their hair with her good hand. "God, I feel so weak... I can't even carry them around much anymore," she rubbed her arm slightly.
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May 12, 2006 21:28:14 GMT -5
Post by Toad on May 12, 2006 21:28:14 GMT -5
"You're arm's broken," he said, "and they are getting big. How old are they? Three?"
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May 12, 2006 21:30:38 GMT -5
Post by Analyse on May 12, 2006 21:30:38 GMT -5
"Two and a half," she nodded slightly, sitting at the foot of one of the beds. "I guess they are getting big. Not that I'm sure I could have carried them around with a broken arm when they were younger."
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May 12, 2006 21:41:36 GMT -5
Post by Toad on May 12, 2006 21:41:36 GMT -5
"It's pretty hard to carry anything with only one arm, let alone a child," he said, heading towards the door. "I'll be in my room if you need anything. I'll probably be up for a few more hours."
Mortimer turned and looked back up at the house. It was dark and silent. She's probably making love to him right now, he thought, telling him over and over how much she loves him. Tears started to form in his eyes again.
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May 12, 2006 21:43:12 GMT -5
Post by Analyse on May 12, 2006 21:43:12 GMT -5
Wanda nodded slightly. "Thank you," she murmured, heading out the door and shutting it behind her. Smiling slightly, she headed towards her room, intent on much needed sleep.
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May 12, 2006 21:48:04 GMT -5
Post by Toad on May 12, 2006 21:48:04 GMT -5
St. John turned on his computer. The evening's events had just been way too weird for him, and, thanks to Toad, they were out of liquor. He popped in a computer game and started playing.
Mortimer stood up and stalked into the house, only to be greeted by silence. His stomach flip-flopped awkwardly, and he darted up the stairs, stumbling and tripping over himself. He managed to get into the bathroom before vomiting over the sink.
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May 12, 2006 21:49:34 GMT -5
Post by Analyse on May 12, 2006 21:49:34 GMT -5
Wanda shut her door and changed into a nightgown, laying down on her bed and falling fast asleep.
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May 12, 2006 21:51:09 GMT -5
Post by Toad on May 12, 2006 21:51:09 GMT -5
He washed his face and cleaned up the sink, still crying. He moved into his room and curled up on his bed, pressing his face against the pillow to muffle the sobs.
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