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Subject: -Cant Take the Sky from Me-

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Jayne

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Date Posted: 14:38:16 11/08/06 Wed
In reply to: Mellony 's message, "::Torn Asunder::" on 02:47:11 11/08/06 Wed

(ya, email me the link)

It took a great deal of restraint to not slam the door behind him. If he'd seen the tears in her eyes he'd likely have blamed it on his harsh tone and become even angeryer with himself. Why couldn't he be civil and nice against her cold attacks? He'd never had a problem doing so before, what power did she wield over him to distroy his shields so well. Maybe it was the taist of her mouth still lingering on his tounge, dispite the coffee.

Growling slightly as he lowered the tailgate for Keeneye to jump in. His hand was bleeding again, thanks to his grabing at the back door and knocking it against the frame. He was tempted to just make the ride in the back of the truck with the wolf, but that wouldn't solve anything. Growling once more, he floped down in the wide seat of the pickup. It was a duely, so the single bench seat was wide and long, but it was by no means a new truck. The thing had to be atleast 25 years old, and not in the best shape with its dull, pealing paint and its torn seats. He didn't shift away from mel when she leans into him, but he kept his hand (half wraped in the tail of his shirt) in his lap and pressure on it with his other hand. He didn't want her making a fuss over a bit of blood, and he cirtanly didn't want her knowing it had come from punching the bedpost.

(haa i cant spell today )

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