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Post by Jack Trove on Dec 20, 2007 20:51:21 GMT
"Well, if you listened you would, wouldn't you?" He sighed. Olivia sometimes really got to him. Here she was; sitting, head cocked and telling him she didn't know anything about sports just after him ranting straight for about 15 minutes about them! How was that even possible?
It wasn't like this was boring.
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Post by Madeleine Baudelaire&Russ Ford on Dec 21, 2007 19:48:15 GMT
Offended by his tone, Olivia moved away from him so that they were no longer touching.
"Fifteen minutes, Jack. I don't think even... I don't know... Alex Ferguson could listen that long," she said, a frosty edge to her voice.
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Post by Jack Trove on Dec 21, 2007 20:01:50 GMT
He rolled his eyes. "So change the topic. What do you want? Clothes?"
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Post by Madeleine Baudelaire&Russ Ford on Dec 21, 2007 20:02:44 GMT
She gritted her teeth at that. "I can talk about things other than clothes and make-up, you know."
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Post by Jack Trove on Dec 21, 2007 20:05:51 GMT
He scowled.
"Oh, really? Well, you talk about something other than clothes and make-up, and I'll give over about sports."
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Post by Madeleine Baudelaire&Russ Ford on Dec 21, 2007 20:07:36 GMT
Git!
Olivia scowled at him, and jumped up. "You're so nice, Jack. Just the best bloody boyfriend ever. You're so complimentary - and definitely the most romantic guy I've ever fricking met!"
And with that, she flounced off, heels clicking on the floor
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