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"It's your turn, Sara."
"Oh... Right. Hmm..."
"Thinking again?"
"Yeah. I can't think of one."
"Then ask a stupid question. Like what my favorite color is."
"No, then I'd waste my question."
"Well, that's all I can think of to ask. So not really."
"All right. But I'm not asking your favorite color. Er.. how bout... What's your family like?"
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"What? That's a stupid question!"
"Not for me. My family's weird."
"Ooo, now I really want to know. Go on. Tell."
"... Fiiiine." ((sigh)) "Well, I'm the middle child of five kids."
"You're kidding."
"Nope. Danielle is three years older, Lolly's two, Jillian's four years younger, and Henry's seven years younger."
"Pleeease tell me your father was around to help your poor mother out with these kids."
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"What?"
"Actually, it was my mom who wasn't around. My dad and my Aunt Bethany raised us kids."
"Your Dad's sister?"
"Mom's sister."
"Wait... was your mom dead?"
"No. She just... wasn't around."
"But you said your mom sent you that turban thing."
"We met up later in life, and she sends me clothes and money at random intervals. Mostly because she forgets my birthday and tries to make up for it."
"... Oh... I'm sorry, Greg, I shouldn't have brought it up."
((grins)) "Hey, don't worry about it. It wasn't that bad. Aunt Bethany was a better mother than Mom ever would have been."
"Still..."
"Don't Sara. Really. Not a big thing, I swear."
"Sorry... It's your turn."
"Oh, right... Soo... how much wood could a woodchuck chuck if a woodchuck could chuck wood?"
((laughs)) "Now you're just being dumb on purpose."
((grins)) "Of course! You don't think I'm really dumb, do you?"
"Actually..."
"Oh, there we were having a nice, civil conversation and you had to go and ruin it-"
"I didn't ruin it!"
((laughs)) "Chill, Sara, I was joking."
"Oh... Sorry."
"... You're still not comforatble with me, are you?"
"Sure I am! What makes you say that?"
"The fact that you still can't tell when I'm kidding. The fact that you're squeezed all the way over on the other side of the closet. The fact that you thought you had to apologize to me for asking about my family. The fact that even though we've been having a conversation for a long time, you still can't relax a little. You still can't let your guard down."
"I don't have a guard, Greg. Why don't you just shut up?"
"Oh, we're back to this again."
"Just shut up! I don't want to talk anymore."
"Sara I was just-"
"Just be quiet!"
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"Don't you dare start that again!"
A/N: Terribly sorry for not telling you when I was next updating. It threw some of you out of sorts... haha. If I ever do again, you can check the WIP section of my user lookup. As for this chapter... let's say the next one will be up on 5-18-05!
Oh, and if any of you like Harry Potter, I have a brand new Hermione/George fic up. Flames! Check it out!