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Subject: [sounds suspiciously like something I would say.]
Author: Faith.. cuz FD really has nothing to say.	[ Next Thread \| Previous Thread \| Next Message \| Previous Message ] Date Posted: 15:41:00 01/13/03 Mon In reply to: � Oblivious � 's message, ".. ive arrived .." on 18:20:05 01/11/03 Sat [ Next Thread \| Previous Thread \| Next Message \| Previous Message ]

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Cirrus
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Date Posted: 15:56:47 01/13/03 Mon

The unicorn entertained her mate's question almost intstantaneously. Suddenly, strangely, she felt extremely and unprecedentedly hideous. "Well, she certainly doesn't seem like she wants to stay here. Do you want to stay here?" She queried, her eyes now trained in the direction of the black mare, her voice as honed and discriminating as her blunt diction.

Cirrus paused, the thread of her precious momentum having slipped from the eye of the vocal needle. Taking into account her notoriously low threshold for social unawareness she treated her abrupt dearth of language as a hypocritical breach of decorum. "I hate to sound like a cliche," she annexed a slow smile onto these words as if hypnotized, "But I'd stop acting like you're above everybody here unless your intent is to be treated in exactly the opposite manner. But such are the inscrutable paradoxes of the age-old system of respect. However, if you're interested in joining this so-called sect of the proletariat, feel free to make yourself at home."