"I don’t know why y'even started, Conn." He seemed so confused, so hurt as he said it. "You were fucken clean."
There was nothing Connor could say without sounding like it was all Murphy's fault, so they didn’t talk for the rest of the day.
This was terribly heartwrenching. Though I guess it really was all Murphy's fault, in a twisted way. Conner just wanted to have been there with him.
It felt like his soul was bleeding to death.
I particularly liked that sentence, though I don't know why. I guess it just conveyed the weight of the feeling, the weight of all the emotional pain. It definitely fits, about here.
He wasn’t sure there was enough money in all of Boston.
I'm not sure if this is an inconsistency.... You don't really mention when they move to Boston. If they have lived there since the beginning of the story, where did the Irish accents come from? I am not sure there's not something kind of wrong with this. Maybe clear it up for me a little?
They woke up one morning in early October and Ma was cold. She looked peaceful
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Yeah, Murphy's fault and the situation. Murphy just sorta found the only solution to two teenage boys getting that much money.
He wasn’t sure there was enough money in all of Boston.
I'm not sure if this is an inconsistency.... You don't really mention when they move to Boston. If they have lived there since the beginning of the story, where did the Irish accents come from? I am not sure there's not something kind of wrong with this. Maybe clear it up for me a little?Gah. Your comment made me realize that Ch 1 was a slightly earlier version. In the one I posted on the BDS_fic community, there's a comment about it being their first year in an american school that they were split up for the first time. Sorry about that
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Anyone who has actually lived in Boston will not find this surprising. The Irish neighborhoods in Southie might as well be downtown Dublin. Just like the Italian sections are like stepping into Sicily. You have to remember that Boston is an immigrant city; it always has been. People in a new place band together. They raise their children in this little neighborhood and teach them to have pride in their original roots. My grandparents on my mother's side were both born in Italy. To this day I refer to myself as "second-generation American," as if the Italian heritage is what I really claim... (though I went to St. Patrick's Church all my life and St. Patrick's School and the whole bit... they weren't kidding: everybody's Irish in Boston, whether by blood or association. And Boston Harbor is dyed green every St. Patty's day.)
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There was nothing Connor could say without sounding like it was all Murphy's fault, so they didn’t talk for the rest of the day.
This was terribly heartwrenching. Though I guess it really was all Murphy's fault, in a twisted way. Conner just wanted to have been there with him.
It felt like his soul was bleeding to death.
I particularly liked that sentence, though I don't know why. I guess it just conveyed the weight of the feeling, the weight of all the emotional pain. It definitely fits, about here.
He wasn’t sure there was enough money in all of Boston.
I'm not sure if this is an inconsistency.... You don't really mention when they move to Boston. If they have lived there since the beginning of the story, where did the Irish accents come from? I am not sure there's not something kind of wrong with this. Maybe clear it up for me a little?
They woke up one morning in early October and Ma was cold. She looked peaceful ( ... )
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He wasn’t sure there was enough money in all of Boston.
I'm not sure if this is an inconsistency.... You don't really mention when they move to Boston. If they have lived there since the beginning of the story, where did the Irish accents come from? I am not sure there's not something kind of wrong with this. Maybe clear it up for me a little?Gah. Your comment made me realize that Ch 1 was a slightly earlier version. In the one I posted on the BDS_fic community, there's a comment about it being their first year in an american school that they were split up for the first time. Sorry about that ( ... )
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Anyone who has actually lived in Boston will not find this surprising. The Irish neighborhoods in Southie might as well be downtown Dublin. Just like the Italian sections are like stepping into Sicily. You have to remember that Boston is an immigrant city; it always has been. People in a new place band together. They raise their children in this little neighborhood and teach them to have pride in their original roots. My grandparents on my mother's side were both born in Italy. To this day I refer to myself as "second-generation American," as if the Italian heritage is what I really claim... (though I went to St. Patrick's Church all my life and St. Patrick's School and the whole bit... they weren't kidding: everybody's Irish in Boston, whether by blood or association. And Boston Harbor is dyed green every St. Patty's day.)
*sigh* Watching BDS always makes me homesick.
Love,
Julie-Rae
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