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Date Posted: Mon, Jan 23 2006, 11:29pm PST
Author: Brett
Subject: I wanna stand up I wanna let go...
In reply to: Dom 's message, "I don't blame you for being you" on Mon, Jan 23 2006, 10:54pm PST

He glanced over his shoulder at the man watching them and set his jaw, his eyes slowly closing as he took a slow, evening breath. His eyes moved down to her when they opened again, a low growl escaping his lips as he spoke. "You seem to convienently forgot that the baby isn't mine, Dominique. You might be able to but I can't honey and believe me, Luca hasn't either." He took a deep breath before he looked up, looking straight to the man and then pointing at the man who was following them, letting him know he was onto him. "And neither has that man apperantly, did you even notice him following you all day, Dom? Did you look back when you felt the eyes on you?" He frowned a little, not trying to be angry with her but it was so damn hard. He wanted to be able to just give her a nice, easy and happy life, to make her comfortable and at ease but he couldn't do that no matter how damned hard he tried. His hand ran down his face, his jaw set. "But fine, you do what you want and you won't have to play my little spy games." He turned, starting to walk again. "Lets just go to lunch."

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