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[you_run_i_chase]

You know, I really fucking hate the way time works here. It fucks up in your head, making it like you've lived twice as long as you have. This time last year I had everything I fucking wanted, and then woke up to an empty shower running and a blood splattered porch and a police investigation. This time last year I was in a fucking hole puking blood

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[christ_onabike]

Parker. Come find me.

We'll go for a walk. Laura'll be okay.

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[you_run_i_chase]

Yeah, yeah, I'm coming. [In a suit.]

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[christ_onabike]

I'll be waiting for you, Parker.

private-Spam?

[you_run_i_chase]

Good.

Thanks Paddy-cakes.

SPAM.

[christ_onabike]

[Paddy was waiting for Parker, perched on the edge of a rock, more than worried, and hoping desperately that she made it.]

SPAM.

[you_run_i_chase]

[Parker had gotten left off the barge a bit away from him, and she was wearing her shades and carrying her jacket and her shoes. Tomorrow she'd have a great fucking burn but for right now this was what she needed.]

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[christ_onabike]

[Paddy spotted her coming, and jumped off his rock, then walked towards her, still wearing the trainers he'd bothered to put on for the trip, and wearing a t-shirt instead of his normal button-up shirt.

Instead of calling out to her, he approached her and grabbed her free hand in his,]

C'mon, love.

SPAM.

[you_run_i_chase]

[Parker smirked slightly at the way he was wearing his trainers on the beach. It amused her, really, cause even fucking she knew to be barefoot on the beach.]

Where are we going?

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[christ_onabike]

[Paddy was just very bad at the whole beach thing, to be fair. He trudged along, keeping to the beach, and working around the rocks where he'd been sitting earlier,]

Just along the beach. [There were some quieter rocks and a small cave a little further along,] How are... are you alright?

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[you_run_i_chase]

I fucking hate everything right now, but at least I'm not fucking dying. How are things going with Laura? [Parker was used to water, she'd spent her whole live right next to the ocean, really. It brought her back to memories both good and shit.]

Some random asshole was hitting on me.

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[christ_onabike]

[He moved his hand from hers to around her waist,]

Things are goin' alright. She's better at this camping thing than me.

[pause]

Who's this random asshole, and do I have to kick him?

SPAM.

[you_run_i_chase]

Some new asshole.

[Parker leaned into Paddy quickly, resting her head against his shoulder.]

Thanks for talking me into coming out here.

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[christ_onabike]

[He kept walking and held her close to him]

Do I have to put him in his place?

[He paused and shook his head,] Don't thank me, I... I just wanted to make sure you...

There's a quiet little rock over here.

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[you_run_i_chase]

Awww. It's fucking sweet how you think I need help putting someone in their place.

[Her voice was teasing, and she reached over and pulled lightly on his beard, before she moved to the quiet little rock that he'd mentioned.]

Paddy-cakes, why the fuck are you wearing sneakers on the beach?

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[christ_onabike]

I just thought I'd offer. I didn't think you needed help.

[He climbed up onto the rock he'd found earlier, which was a little closer to the sea, when the tide was in, so left alone,]

Because I fucking suck at the seaside, and I didn't know where I was goin' or anything. Last time I came in my dress shoes, so this is an improvement.

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[you_run_i_chase]

It was fucking cute.

[It was, having a boyfriend defend her fucking honor and all that shit.]

So take your shoes off bare feet and sand.