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“And when thou art weary I’ll find thee a bed Of mosses and pillow to pillow thy head; There, beauteous Emma, I’ll sit by thy feet, While my story of love I enraptured repeat.”

John Keats to Emma Browne

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Oh... I guess I'm still learning the ropes around here. Even thought I've been here for a while.

Yepp I'm back around

Why wouldn’t they be glad? Hi, I’m Wendy.

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Boytoy?

I don't see... I'm confused.

Umm...

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O___O

Hilary, they don't have to do that. Please tell them they don't have to do that.

It's nice to be able to go back and forth from here to the states...

You’re not excused. That scared the shit outta me.

They’re good. I told them about your wedding. They want to get you and your family something extravagantly large for all you’ve done…oof.

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Why wouldn't they be glad? Hi, I'm Wendy.

Yepp I'm back around

Not sure if this’ll make people glad or not though.

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Excuse me for wanting to love you down. How were they?

It's nice to be able to go back and forth from here to the states...

*ATTACK HUG*

You’re back too?

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Should someone go after her though....?

Umm...

I just say some blonde girl run past me crying… 

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*ATTACK HUG*

You're back too?

It's nice to be able to go back and forth from here to the states...

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Umm...

I just say some blonde girl run past me crying... 

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*smirks releasing his chin*

That's not really an option. I'm a taken woman.

*nods head with a sad smile*

My grandfather passed away about three years ago... I still miss him, though.

*frowns when the light changes and they start moving again*

That's not an easy thing to get use to.

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I’m okay. 

*purses lips* 

You’ll have to let go of my chin otherwise I might kiss you. It’s tempting…

*shakes head*

Nope. When I was a chappie it was just me and my mam in a town near Dublin. She died three years ago… but it’s past. 

*shrug*

No family to speak of. But I guess I’ve gotten used to it.

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Not al...

*braces herself against the dash as he slams on breaks*

Ouch! Are you okay?

*grips his chin to look at his nose*

Yes and no. There is extend family, but not much of it that I'm close too. My grandfather lived near me, my mom and dad, when I was growing up. What about you?

Conversation (Wendy/Nate)

Speed is good. The faster the better. Right?

*stops abruptly at red stop light, smashes nose into steering wheel*

Fuck.

*wipes nose with sleeve. blood stains the fabric, but it’s not too bad.*

You have a big family?

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*keeps her eyes closed gripping the door*

The transmission is a part of the engine that allows for speed. It's the gears...

*opens her eyes just to see the large truck and closes them again with a whimper*

My grandfather taught me...

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*turns, takes eyes off road as cars honk at terrible driving*

What’s a transmission? Are those like…sexually transmitted diseases? *swerves to avoid large U-Haul truck*

Why do you know so much about cars? 

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*cringes as the gears grind before being pressed into the seat because of the speed*

Yeah... you, but I'm not so sure about my transmission.

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Uh…okay….

*jerks car forward, nearly smashes into pole* 

I got this.

*speeds like a rocket through parking lot and down the street* 

*not obeying speed limit in the least*

See. I told you I could do this! 

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*groans, covering eyes*

Right...

Clutch then shift...

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Never too late to learn….right?

*sticks keys in ignition before she can do anything*

WHEEEEEE!

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*follows*

Nathan it is then.

*smiles warmly for a moment before remembering*

You can drive a stick shift... right?

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How rude of me. *takes keys, walking*

I’m Nathan Thomas…usually known as Monsieur Sex, but I think I’ll let it slide this time. *winks*

You can come along…as long as you call me Nathan.

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*shakes*

It's nice to meet you too and you can drive... as long as I get to come along.

*pulls keys from pocket*

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Apologies. Well, Wendy…

*sticks out hand* It’s a pleasure to meet you.

*smiles weakly*

Only if you let me drive… *winks*

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*smiles shaking her head*

Wendy, dear... I'm Wendy.

*shrugs chewing on her lip*

It's just an option. I just... driving... it clears my head. I can think better that way.

Conversation (Wendy/Nate)

I- *stops* Ana? *steps back* Um…yeah, okay.