mrs-hughes:

“No, I don’t. I’m no big fan of secrets and lies.”

She smirked. “Everyone has their secrets, Elsie. Life wouldn’t be fun without them, would it?”

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mrs-hughes:

“My point exactly.”

“I’ve never seen things that way, but if you say so, well, I don’t remember you lying to me - when you don’t want to tell me something, you just don’t, you don’t make excuses.”

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mrs-hughes:

“Trust me on it. Really, the two of you might as well be the same person under it all.”

“Perhaps that’s why I don’t like him and he doesn’t like me.”

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mrs-hughes:

“So is he! Try to convince him one heart incident doesn’t mean he’ll die, no matter what he does.”

“What? The last time I saw him he was drunk and his heart was racing and he fainted from an overdosis of medication a week before! He’s an hypocrite, that’s what he is.”

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mrs-hughes:

“You’re both pessimists.”

“I’m more than that, actually, I’m completely morbid.”

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mrs-hughes:

“You both pretend you don’t actually feel pain.”

“… Well. More?”

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mrs-hughes:

“You both take things to extremes.”

“Okay… More?”

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mrs-hughes:

“That’s what he says, too.”

“Well, we’re both stubborn, yes. You’re a tad stubborn yourself. So, what more?”

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mrs-hughes:

“You’re both incredibly stubborn, for one thing.”

“Well, can’t help it sometimes.”

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mrs-hughes:

“I thought you knew. I’ve got no sense of humour.”

“What do we have in common, then, darling?”

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