Filip "Chibs" Telford Vice President Sons of Anarchy Redwood Original California Jus' ah Scotish born mechanic wit'ah love o' motorcycles.
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"Oh, enough'a tha'..." he breathed out, tipping his head to look at her, though she was still a bit blurry at this point. "Y'd think I'd nearly died'r somethin'."

Brown eyes flew open, and small hands gripped at the edge of the metal bed frame; tears rolling unbidden down her washed-out cheeks. “I’d do anything for you, old man.”
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"Aye, darlin'?"
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"Da?"
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"Nah, s'alrigh' boy. Jus'a pair'a sunglasses."
"I’ll buy you a new pair?"
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"I can assure ye they look th'same, love." There wasn't much he could do to help her really, pressing his nose against the side of her head. "Go' Telford blood, y'll be lucky if they show their faces b'fore they're twen'y."

"I’ve been pregnant forever. I miss being able to see my feet." She whined a bit, leaning into his side. "I hope they decide to grace us with their presence soon."
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"As much as I'd love t'do tha' for ye, darlin'. I do believe tha' isn' how this works."
"Pull them out if you have to. I just want them out, I’m over being a whale."
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"Don' remember y'bein' one t'beg..."
loyaltyofthescots
"Please wake up…"
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"…Ghost ate your sunglasses."
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Smacks the Scot's ass as he walks by.

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"Pardon m'ignorance, love.... but how exac'ly am I supposed t'do tha'?"
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"Get them out now.”
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Slips in and tries to revive this account.
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"Suppose it depends on who y'can stand havin' mad at ye all th'time."
"So does tha’ mean M’cheatin’ on mint wit’ ye, or on ye wit’ mint?"
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[ A bit of a snort left him, ]
"No' really. Already on th'shite list, didn' need t'be higher up on i' for gettin' caught hangin' out wit' a bunch'ah whores when m'supposed t'be in th'dog house."
[ Well, he would be in enough shit if he was caught there ignoring the fact that he was in deep shit. Crow eaters would just add to the shit he was drowning in. ]
[He’s more than aware of this and he doesn’t want to lose a limb]
"Not sure I’d take it quite that far, Chibs, a reason you’re hanging out here instead of with everyone else?"
[He’s definitely teasing about that first part]
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Emmy Rossum in J. Mendel at the 2014 ELLE Women in Television Celebration.

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