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[14 Feb 2008|11:46am] |
The television was on in the corner, some Brad Pitt movie playing, but the volume was turned right down so you couldn't hear what he was saying. Jean was watching him out the corner of her eye from where she lay, legs propped up on Scott's lap, and head draped over the side of the couch. It didn't give her the best view of things, but she wasn't really watching the movie anyway. She'd seen it enough times to know that Anthony Hopkins would die in the end and it would be sad, but that would be that.
She pulled her hair away from her face and looked up at Scott. He hadn't really been watching the movie either, though it probably wasn't because he'd seen it as many times as Jean had, but because his opinions on Brad Pitt and his attractiveness differed from hers. Instead, he was reading something, Jean didn't know what.
"Do you think I could get away with pretending to be Brad for a day?" She asked, wiggling her toes in his lap to get his attention. "I mean, sure I could look like him, but I reckon Angelina is a mutant and could tell if someone was pretending to be her loverboy. No one can be that skinny and raise that many children. It's unnatural."
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