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Post by Laura Richardson on Oct 31, 2010 15:33:13 GMT
Fiona: Hello? Laura: Fiona: Hello? Is anyone there? Laura: *sniffle* Fiona: Laura? Is that you, sweetie? Laura: Fiona? Fiona: Hello, Laura. Are you alright? Laura: Um… I was.. *sniffle* um. Wondering… Why don’t you want me? Fiona: What? Of course I want you, sweetheart. Where’s that come from? Laura: Um. Because Mike said… *snuffle* he said you shouldn’t have… Fiona: Oh. I know, honey, I was there… but we didn’t want you to hear that because it’s not true. Laura: But he said. Fiona: He didn’t mean it. Laura: And then I had to come here again and he said and he wouldn’t have said if he didn’t *pause to wipe nose on sleeve* meant it. Fiona: Ok… Laura, sweetie, use a tissue. He may have meant it right at that moment, but he’d had a very bad day, remember? And we only sent you away because we want you to get better. Laura: But I’m not sick… Fiona: *soft sigh* We’ve had this conversation, Laura. I’m sorry, but you have to stay. Laura: Ok… um. I have to go now. Fiona: Alright then. Will you phone again? Laura: Um… what if Mike… Fiona: Phone when he’s not here if you like. You know when he’s at work, don’t you? Laura: Mmmhmm. Ok, I will. Um. Bye. Fiona: Bye. Take care. Laura: I will. You as well. Fiona: *hangs up*
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