Aug 02, 2007 05:14
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She said I think I'll go to Boston.../I think I'll start a new life,/I think I'll start it over, where no one knows my name,/I'll get out of California, I'm tired of the weather,/I think I'll get a lover and fly em out to Spain.../I think I'll go to Boston,/I think that I'm just tired/I think I need a new town, to leave this all behind.../I think I need a sunrise, I'm tired of the sunset,/I hear it's nice in the Summer, some snow would be nice... oh yeah,/You don't know me, you don't even care... )
ivy tamwood,
rachel morgan,
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The next letter startled her awake. Reading what Rachel had written brought on the first stirrings of anger and worry, but it was too soon for any kind of real concern.
Nonetheless, she penned a reply. Three, in fact.
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Rachel,
Your choice. Just don't come crawling back to me when you realize you've given up on friendship over something so insignificant as blood.
- Ivy
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Rachel,
You didn't make it fine without me, and I think I've lost count of the number of times I've had to save your ass. Congratulations on the run, though. Poor Oliver is probably furious.
I might just have to drink blood more often. I feel fantastic. If I felt like this the night you came on to me, I never would have turned you down. We
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Rachel,
When are you coming back? I miss
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But all three of them were crumpled up and thrown behind Ivy's couch, never to be sent. She scowled at the bird until it went away, and curled back up on her bed. If Rachel was going to be like that, then fine. Ivy didn't need her.
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