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Date Posted: 03:09:30 04/17/03 Thu
Author Host/IP: syd-ts6-2600-177.tpgi.com.au/203.213.58.177
In reply to:
Ravyn
's message, "[ my crimson drug ]" on 20:58:23 04/15/03 Tue
All this talk about blood was making him slightly queasy. He had never been one to flinch at the sight of the vivid red liquid...but the words so close in proximity is was like a chant, over and over again in his mind. This woman, Ravyn...her open personality was new to him, although he did have an urge to perhaps tell her at she needn't expose herself to the entire room. It wasn't really his fault he didn't find any particularly special about such feminine attributes. He gives a small shake of the head; no he didn't really want to drink anything.
The man -boy, really- was a little confused at what Matt had meant, but remembering his...uniqueness and individuality, he thought he got the gist of it. He didn't press on.
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