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    The Gathering 01.81 – Fallen pt 4 – Finale – Away


    The Gathering 01.81 –  Fallen pt 4 – Finale – Away

     

     

                “Where should I put this?”  Kit asked as she held a box full of her CD’s up so he could see what she was carrying.  Marty looked up from behind the counter, where he was putting away a box of dishes.  He grunted softly and then said with a patient voice as he wiped his hands on his jeans.

     

                “With the other CD’s?”  He said with a roll of his blue as the sky eyes, and Kit gave him a contemplating look.  She smirked and he thought he’d better give her a better answer than that. 

     

                “Oh for pities sakes.  In the living room or down stairs where the pool table is?  You’re so called Recreation room?”  She asked, putting a hand on her hip.  He shrugged and then saw the look on her face; she was growing weary of moving boxes.

     

                “Wherever you are going to use them my love.  Then if you find in a month from now that you listen to them downstairs; and you have chosen to place them up here, you can later move them.”  He said with an air of wisdom.  She grunted and went towards the stairs that led to the pool room.  He chuckled as Shane carried some of her clothes into the house.

     

                “Dude.”  She said in her greeting and headed for the stairs that led to the bedrooms, struggling with the heavy box her deep voice grunting as she re-adjusted her grip on the box. 

     

                He sighed wondering just where he was going to have her put the other 200 boxes that were in the U-Haul.  Then a grin broke out on his handsome face they’d just pile it up in the dining room, they’d never used it anyway.  Kit was moving in he did a bit of a shimmy dance and grinned broadly.   

     

                “***** women they have more clothes than most ***** Wal-Mart’s and still they go shopping….  I need that shirt, oh yeah sure you do, to go with the 657 pairs of shoes that they also own…  Oh those pants would look oh so good with my 388 other shirts…  Grrrr….”  Sam grumbled as she dropped a box filled with more of Kit‘s clothes.  She marched back outside and he heard Alice giving orders.

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    1. I’m not so sure I understand your stories, even after having read them this time, too, but that’s probably my fault… English is not my main language after all. Or maybe I should have copied the stories and replaced the L WORD-names instead if trying to make canon The L Word characters fit your versions, maybe I’ll do that next time. I think my way of seeing them is waaay diffent than you and that makes it difficult to read your story AS a story and not fan fiction. Have you written Non-fan fiction stories? I think I would enjoy them, cause when I manage to ignore your “Bette and Tina” etc I kinda like the way to weave a story.

    2. You took this story and you been weaving us in and out like you were making a rug. You have push them apart, picked up the pieces and put them tofether again. Boy, YOU ARE GOOD.but you know that dont you thanks bvh

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