Gene twirled spagetti around his fork, taking a taste. It tasted as good as it looked. He chewed thoughtfully, washing the mouthful down with some wine. "Makes a change from chips." Or pizza, burgers, bacon or any of the usual crap that he lived on.
He fell silent for a long while, gritting his teeth as he mulled over something in his head. "Alex, can I ask you something?" Another pause. "When you foundout the truth... why did you stay? Why didn't you go with Keats?"
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Date: 2010-06-11 10:29 am (UTC)He fell silent for a long while, gritting his teeth as he mulled over something in his head. "Alex, can I ask you something?" Another pause. "When you foundout the truth... why did you stay? Why didn't you go with Keats?"