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Some would say otherwise <lights another match>

He'll be found innocent, I drove the car back after they took him and wiped it down to get rid of our prints. He'll be fine <lights another match>

I'm bored... <lights match. Watchs it burn, then blows it out before it gets her fingers. Lights another...>

It sounds great, but I'd like to say now that I'm not all that good at writing letters:)

not really, mine wasn't even of my eyes. I just zoomed in and cropped.

Hmmm...We could go make crop circles. Mess with the farmers, have our handy work on the news. Make people think aliens are among us...or we could steal some paintball guns and have a fun time messing with kids on the ice rink, making them fall down and such....<shrug>

Haha, silly boy. You know so little about me. Let's go, my love.

<As she gets to the car, she pulls out a special tool and feeds it into the lock. An alarm starts to blare, but the door easliy pops open. She reachs under the dash and pulls a few wires, the alarm goes silent. She stands up and puts the tool back in her pocket. She turns and smiles at Jack>...

<smiles> Good to have you back, Jack. No, more soup kitchen talk from now on, alright? Hmmm, I love when you talk crime. I'll race you to that Jaguar. Let's go!

Um...ok... <she grabs he's skate and tugs> Man, its really on there, isn't it? <tugs again, nothing. She tugs with all her might, the skate flys off. And Jack is jerk about, banging his head on the ice with a thund> Oh, Jack! Are you ok? <she slides up near his head, and flips him...

Oooook. <picks Jack up and quickly skates to the edge of the rink, depositing them both lightly into the snow. She takes off her skates and pulls on her boots> I'm ready, lets go.

Aaaah, we're leaving so soon, but you were doing so good. Fiddle sticks.

<catchs him> She is...Look behide you...

Yep, you're doing great. Come on, this way. <sees DanDan> What the...?

I won't. Remember how to breathe. Deep breath in, deep breath out, in and out, in and out.

Don't think about it, just go, we're doing great. <she skated around so that she was in front of him. She held tight to his elbows so he wouldn't fall. And she started skating backwards, pulling him along with her> You're doing great.

You won't die, I gotca, I'm right here. We're taking it slow, you're doing good. <they'd gone about a yard> You'er doing great, a true natural. We're alright, no worries.

<Pulls him to feet, then brings his arm around her shoulder to give him a steadier hold> Now, keep your feet straight and right under you, don't let them slide out to the sides. That with kill your ankles. Now, slowly slide one foot foward, then the other, good. Just keep doing that, good.

<rolls eyes, then goes over to him> Bifocal is a type of glasses, love. Give me your hand, we'll take this slow.

<she rasies her arms as if to grab him from behind. Then shakes her head and lets them drop. She couldn't do it, he looked so happy, she just couldn't do it. When they get to the ice rink. She sits down and pulls on her skates, making sure they are laced up tight. Then she gracefully glides out...