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Only my heart can be broken.

Oh, so it's something only she would get.

Why even bother talking to Claire? Isn't it like talking to a plastic dummy?

You're not jealous, are you?

*tiredly* Nope. Still not jealous. At least I have something between my ears.

I thought you two got a long.

We do. Like sisters.

That's good... I think.

Eh. It's okay. Could be worse.

I wonder why "Brothers" has such a good feeling about it... but "Sisters" means you get jealous and fight a lot.

Yeah, but we do it really, really well.

What else do you do really well?

What, you mean, like the sex?

I'm a guy... I always mean sex.

In that case, the sex is always fantastic. Especially the sex I have with

indestructigirl It's AMAZING. Like... whatever is three levels beyond orgasmic.

I didn't mean... never mind.

Didn't mean what?

Nothing.

What's that supposed to mean?

What do you want it to mean?

Something that makes sense! You don't like

I have nothing against her. She doesn't like me.

Oh, because you chased her through her house and sliced her head open?

Don't worry. She'll think it's funny one day.

I thought it was.

And she's immortal. So one day, she'll see that, too. *shrug*

One day we'll be all that's left.

Yeah, sure. Rub in the mortality, why don't you?

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