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Subject: the dying undead?

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Gigi

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Date Posted: 15:14:56 07/16/09 Thu
In reply to: Zeth 's message, ".:.I can change that, no worries.:." on 13:26:59 07/16/09 Thu

shifting slightly into a better postion for defence GiGi glance turns to the vixen. a sigh issued slowly between chapped lips. what was this the circus? clowns popping out of a little toy car? which clown would appear next? and to think she had wanted to be alone. The womans voice like a train rushing past as Gigi grabs her head. a moan silent upon her lips. everything so loud.. bright.. the cramping in her side almost unbareble. " please stop shouting.." the fluttering of the gentleman's coat turning her attention back, hands raising to protect her head though they lower slowly with him quiet words. " I am not sure.. I can't remember.." tears forming a fesh, quivering form shrinking even more into the corner created by the wall and boxes. features drawn and lips becoming whiter by the moment as gigi rests her head in her hands. deathly pale fingers attempting to wipe away the hair clinging to her face. brilliant blue pools shimmering with moisture and not life as she turns them pleadingly back to the male. she was sick, alone, and unable to find her home. her attempts at her own life to no avail as she only gets sicker and weaker..

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Subject	Author	Date
.:.Not you, for her.:.	Zeth	18:43:05 07/16/09 Thu
Try Me Sweetheart -- Karina, 19:37:57 07/16/09 Thu cat fight -- Gigi, 22:18:22 07/21/09 Tue .:. I see no kitties.:. -- Zeth, 05:20:43 07/22/09 Wed memories -- GiGi, 10:29:36 07/22/09 Wed .:.FAJITAS!.:. -- Zeth, 17:55:07 07/22/09 Wed tequila? -- GiGi, 13:15:17 07/24/09 Fri Too Long -- Karina, 12:41:19 07/25/09 Sat Too Long (This One) -- Karina, 12:42:28 07/25/09 Sat .:.another baby?!.:. -- Zeth, 13:54:55 07/25/09 Sat another monster -- Deangelo, 22:50:26 07/26/09 Sun