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Posted: Sun Jan 30, 2011 12:59 am
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Bailey saw the pain in John's eyes as he spoke of his cousin, and watched as the excitement in his demeanor quickly faded away. For a brief moment, she actually felt sincere sympathy for her friend, and could almost imagine the hurt she would feel if it was her in such a position. "Look John, don't worry about your...I'll tell ya what, forget what I said." Bailey grabbed John by his forearm and led him to the two squishy armchairs nestled closest to the crackling fire. She crawled into the one on the left and gestured for John to take the seat next to her. "Why don't you tell me a little more about yourself. Enough talking about other people. What are your accomplishments, your goals, your dreams?" Bailey looked at John and felt, for some reason, her adrenaline beginning to pump. She was honestly excited to hear what he had to say.
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