E-mail to Betsy:

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To: Betsy
From: Sarah
Subject: Because I have no idea what Scott will tell you...

I'm not avoiding you because I hate you. It's just too easy to blame you right now, and I don't trust myself to not make things worse.

-Sarah

(This is the world's lamest e-mail ever. Sorry.)



To:[Mine]
From: [Yours]
Subject: Thought you'd like to see this...

This Shinobi fellow of yours, seems to be a good influence on you. I remember him being very protective and well, keep him.

Always.

Comments

Email to Sarah:

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To: Sarah
From: Betsy
Subject: RE: Because I have no idea what Scott will tell you...

What do you mean, what Scott will tell me?

Well, that's something. You have every right to blame me for what has happened, Sarah. I've had nothing but time these past few weeks to digest what has happened. And you see, I've come to realize that every man, woman, and child is born with a sliver of darkness buried deep within their minds. Telepaths are but a mirror of those urges, but most have the will to resist. In the end, I did not.

Perhaps, it would be best to keep our distance.

-Betsy.

(not lame, never that)

Email to Betsy

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To: Betsy
From: Sarah
Subject: RE: Because I have no idea what Scott will tell you...

We had a talk. It didn't go well. (It's not my fault he was trying to pick a fight.) I wasn't sure if he'd say anything to you about it.

Yeah. It's just, I didn't want you to think I was avoiding you out of spite. It's more so I don't do something stupid now, and fuck things up permanently. Just think, you won't have to look at my ugly mug for awhile.

-Sarah

(please. I haven't taken creative writing three years in a row to not know a lame letter when I've written one.)

Email to Sarah

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To:Sarah
From: Betsy
Subject: RE: Because I have no idea what Scott will tell you...

Interesting. (Though I highly doubt he was purposely picking a fight). And no, he didn't. Good to know.

Was thinking the same thing about myself. I've seen better days, I can assure you. So, right. Won't make life any harder on you, I promise. If my word means anything.

I have to say this before I lose my chance. This Shinobi fellow of yours, seems to be a good influence on you. I remember him being very protective and well, keep him. All I've ever wanted was your happiness. And if my disappearance promises that, then I'll be scarce.

-Betsy

(utter nonsense and you know it).

Re: Email to Sarah

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To: Betsy
From: Sarah
Subject: RE: Because I have no idea what Scott will tell you...

Well he was doing a damn fine job of it, regardless of his intentions.

It does. Thanks. I just need some time to work things out before I start trying to pretend nothing happened.

(I'm glad you're back.)

-Sarah

Re: Email to Sarah

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The man always knows the right thing to say to drive you absolutely mad. It's one of his most charming traits.

Alright.

-Betsy

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To: [Mine]
From: [Yours]
Subject: Re: Thought you'd like to see this...

Me? A good influence? That's slander! Or libel, in this case. Who said that, anyway?

You're so good to me. Love you.

-Yours.

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To: [Mine]
From: [Yours]
Subject: Re: Thought you'd like to see this...

Yes, well we'll let them keep on believing that. They're less likely to expect we're up to no good. We've already got Betsy fooled. (Not really. Much as I hate to admit it, she reads me like a fucking book most of the time. My guess is she'd be able to do it even if she wasn't a telepath.)

Love you too. Always.

-Yours.

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To: [Mine]
From: [Yours]
Subject: Re: Thought you'd like to see this...

Betsy, really? You two are talking? Captain Tightpants (er, Scott) asked me to try and help you two get communicating again, but a) you can bloody well do that when you're both ready for it, without any outside prodding, and b) it looks like you two beat me to the punch anyway. If you do want help, though.. like, a mediator or something.. you know where I am. Otherwise, I'll leave you two to it. Pushing just isn't my thing.

Want to go out this weekend? Can hit a club, or a movie. Isn't Hellboy coming out this weekend?

-Yours.

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To: [Mine]
From: [Yours]
Subject: Re: Thought you'd like to see this...

Well, not really. I e-mailed her because my chat with Captain Fuckwad (betcha didn't guess it was Scott who tried to pick a fight with me, huh?) didn't go well, and I wanted to make sure Betsy understood my reasoning for why it's not such a great idea for us to be around each other right now. So we're officially avoiding each other for a while. Y'know, until I can not flinch every time she moves. That sort of thing. Thank you for not pushing. It makes this much easier.

ooooh. Freaks on the big screen. I'm in.

-Yours.