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       #Post#: 33387--------------------------------------------------
       Blow Me One Last Kiss [open-ish]
       By: Elyana Romanov Date: November 15, 2012, 6:52 am
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       It hadn't taken Ely much time to find the sort of house she'd
       wanted. She'd never been one to drag her feet, and when Gregor
       didn't come back after the three days, it really had been the
       last straw. On the flash of temper, she packed what little she'd
       had at his house. The very next day, she'd looked over the
       houses in the area.
       Now, that day, she moved her furniture into the new house. It
       hadn't been hard to get her things from back home, and have them
       expedited. At this point, music pumped through the house. White
       knuckles and sweaty palms from hanging on too tight. Clenched
       shut jaw, I've got another headache again tonight. Eyes on fire,
       eyes on fire, and they burn from all the tears I've been crying,
       I've been crying, I've been dying over you.  Tie a knot in the
       rope, tryin' to hold, tryin' to hold. But there's nothing to
       grasp so I let go. Ely focused, occasionally singing along with
       the lyrics that were a bit too true.
       I think I've finally had enough, I think I maybe think too much.
       I think this might be it for us (blow me one last kiss). You
       think I'm just too serious, I think you're full of ****. My head
       is spinning so (blow me one last kiss). Just when it can't get
       worse, I've had a **** day (NO!) Have you had a **** day? (NO!),
       we've had a **** day (NO!). I think that life's too short for
       this. I want back my ignorance and bliss. I think I've had
       enough of this, blow me one last kiss.
       I won't miss all of the fighting that we always did.
       Take it in. I mean what I say when I say there is nothing left.
       No more sick whiskey d***, no more battles for me. As if she'd
       focused in on the lyrics, Ely's voice raised, singing along with
       the artist. Cathartic it was, and the remote is picked up, the
       volume raising higher. She'd raged, and cried alone. And was
       done with both. She was finally ready to set aside the past.
       #Post#: 34287--------------------------------------------------
       Re: Blow Me One Last Kiss [open-ish]
       By: Tayboski Date: December 4, 2012, 11:22 pm
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       "Lya-chaaaan," came an exasperated voice barely heard over the
       now blaring music. Yet, by now, the woman would be able to tell
       it was Elliot and that he was a tad irritated with her. The teen
       enters the room with Georgie sitting on his head twittering
       along with the music. An exasperated face to match the tone of
       his voice as he approached the woman bustling about with her
       move. "You KNOW I told you to let me know when you did this. Why
       didn't you wait for me to come help out?"
       #Post#: 34288--------------------------------------------------
       Re: Blow Me One Last Kiss [open-ish]
       By: Elyana Romanov Date: December 4, 2012, 11:42 pm
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       Dressed very casually in her jeans and pullover, all that dark
       hair pulled back away from her eyes, she looked over her
       shoulder at him. She shrugged, currently hanging the ornate
       shelf that would hold figurines she'd collected from a young
       age. "I wanted to get it done fast, and I didn't like the idea
       of bothering you with it, cher. It's my pain in the a$$ to deal
       with. Besides, it's not that hard for me. That supernatural
       strength has to be good for somethin'." Her Southern accent was
       suspiciously thick, though why was hard to pinpoint. She looked
       at him steadily, her brow raised. "You gonna fuss at me more, or
       help me out with this?"  She leaned over, brushing her lips over
       his cheek in a silent apology.
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