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Subject: -pouts- i posted a damn answer -growls at boardhost-
Author: Faith	[ Next Thread \| Previous Thread \| Next Message \| Previous Message ] Date Posted: 14:58:23 12/23/02 Mon In reply to: Impression's Glass 's message, "^Walk's In slowly Looking around for Frozen dream's^" on 11:33:12 12/23/02 Mon [ Next Thread \| Previous Thread \| Next Message \| Previous Message ]

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Date Posted: 15:03:37 12/23/02 Mon

Frozen Dreams
A wry grin crossed his features and he looked into the valley, searching momentarily, locating the resentful little phina. finding her he points out Aerial to Impression's Glass.

I had a.. disagreement. with that banshee there. we fought, she won. that's about all there is to it.

he made the answer short, decided aginst playing himself up. besides, how oculd you play up a loss, it was what it was. his features remained fixed with that tranquil nonchalance that had haunted them through most of their discussion. only his eyes showed a difference as they stilled burned with the dying flame of his pride.f r o z e n | d r e a m s
Dreams never fade, but evolve in the frigidity of solitude