[Voice]
[There are two voices talking. One is Harry, and the other...well, is also Harry, but Harry after thirty more years and far too many cigarettes and hard drinks and far too little restful nights]
The minutes ticked by on the clock like so many lost chances, each one only staying around long enough for me to realize what could have been, before it ( Read more... )
The minutes ticked by on the clock like so many lost chances, each one only staying around long enough for me to realize what could have been, before it ( Read more... )
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She was the sort of dame a man fell in love with and took home to momma. Only I didn't have a momma, just a empty shell of broken dreams. Still, she broke the rain with her smile and made flowers bloom where she walked. Every mook should know a gal like her, maybe this world wouldn't be such a crazy messed up place
...It does that a lot.
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Was she the sort of princess one could fall in love with? She remembered that one winter's night, when she met a young boy beside the Common Room's fire. She sat beside him and offered the boy words of kindness, for his head was bowed in sadness. At first, lost in a misery of his own making, the boy tried to refuse her care and turn the young princess away. But she was not deceived by his protests, for she knew that the boy was truly a good person within his heart. And as they fell into conversation, the bitter cold began to slowly melt away...
...Oh gosh. I'm sorry. It likes to ... go off on tangents...
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They may make a man's lungs burn and his voice sound like crushed gravel under the tire of life, but a man has to hold what joy he can in this crazy world we live in
Yeah, I'm sure the tobacco industry would love to quote you on that!
Oh, sorry Kairi, what was that?
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Minus the vocabulary.
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This man here, he was a hard man to place. He had a smile like a knife, one that cut almost as deep as his words. He was the sort mothers warned their good little girls about, right before those good little girls ran right to him. But that was just the mask he wore, truth was this wolf had a heart of gold, a heart that just needed the right dame to bring out, and I'll be damned if he hadn't found one. I should have wanted to punch his handsome mug, but I'd never had the heart to. He was a true Pip, the sort who earned his charm so that even a hard broiled chump like me couldn't resist.
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I'm straight. Just want to reaffirm that for no real reason.
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Either way, I'm flattered.
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I think this voice is going to drive me to drink.
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...Hmm.
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She had eyes that broke men's hearts, and a fist that broke their jaws. I knew she was trouble from the moment she walked into my life, but I also knew she was the kind of trouble I couldn't live without. The sort of dame a scrub like me met once in a lifetime, but when he did, he knew she was worth the wait
Ah, yeah. Sorry about that.
Of course, when I met her I hadn't known all that. All I knew was that this doll had the sort of legs that-
AND THAT'S ENOUGH OF THAT THANKS!
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[there's a faintly dangerous pause]
And if you call me 'doll' again, disembodied voice, I'll show you exactly how I'm anything but. [yes she is threatening a disembodied voice. yes, it should be afraid.]
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Somehow I got the feeling that this kitten had claws that could scratch the wind itself. Still, it was almost worth the pain she brought to see that beautiful fire flashing in her eyes.
Almost
Okay, I want it known that he does not speak for me!
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How do you know her?
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That was all she could ask at this point. Too many words were unfamiliar for her to fully understand what was being said through out his entry. Still, she could grasp the gist of it and at least the voice sounded much more pleasant than some she had heard - perhaps even somehow familiar.
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