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Post by Brent McKinney-Jackson on Apr 1, 2012 8:03:45 GMT
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Post by Keith Blackwood on May 6, 2012 10:16:58 GMT
Keith stared at Brent. For as long as Keith could remember he and Brent had disliked each other, going out of their way to make the other irritated. He had no idea when it had first started, or why it had but it had.
Which was why he didn't understand why he cared, no...slightly intrigued as to what made Brent so...tetchy to put it lightly.
"Shut up McKinney and get it over with, I don't like you and you don't like me but obviously you have got something on your mind so spill. I'm not promising sympathy or anything like that but it'll help you, even though normally I'd rather -" Keith sighed, knowing he was rambling and frowned. "You know what? Just do it, talk."
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Post by Brent McKinney-Jackson on May 6, 2012 11:30:33 GMT
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Post by Keith Blackwood on May 7, 2012 10:29:32 GMT
Keith stood, silently processing the information he had received. Truth be told he didn't really know Maryn, the only things he did know were what was ordinary information passed onto semi-strangers, in other words: acquaintances. Keith knew Maryn was the matron of Hogwarts, married to Brent, and around his age but other than that he knew zilch.
"Umm." Keith was at a loss for words, "my condolences?" No one had ever gone to him for comfort (not that Brent was), so he had never felt any need to practice his tact when someone was in the dumps.
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Post by Brent McKinney-Jackson on May 8, 2012 5:25:01 GMT
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Post by Keith Blackwood on May 11, 2012 9:22:27 GMT
Keith shook his head, not sure if he was trying to convey something to Brent or in denial.
"Trust me McKinney this is not what I wanted," Keith managed to snarl out, before scooping up his dog and run- no, walking away at a rapid pace.
He refused to believe anything that had just occurred, occurred. Because there was no way in believable circumstances could he feel sympathy or empathy towards Brent McKinney. Nor could he develop a desire to become friends with Brent McKinney, just to taste what it was like, because it wasn't possible.
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