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Subject: The small pony lingers toward the small bunch. . . .

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Beetle

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Date Posted: 06:07:56 12/08/02 Sun
In reply to: Wraith 's message, "[conversations with the dead]" on 15:10:09 12/07/02 Sat

-cocks head toward Nia- "What are you on??" -shakes head- "Hi my names Beetle. June Beetle, to be pricice." -The tiny black pony (somewhere around 10 hh) plopps down, little belly expanding. Two small round eyes flicker as she looks up at them.- "Who are you?" -tosses head, thick black mane flying-

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Nia
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Date Posted: 12:49:46 12/08/02 Sun

The hollow eyes of her cosmic incomprehension fluttered paper eyelids like diaphanous wings. This was an improvement; she was moving, at least. But dammit, why did incredulity always make her a paraplegic?

When all was said and done, wild confusion wasn't really new territory for Nia.

No, it was the context that had caught her off guard; that had covetously snatched every last shard of sanity Nia had clung to. What was he doing here? Where had he come from? It was like he just appeared...or...something.

Nia was certainly not planning on making the first move. She couldn't, anyway; at least not without the help of a wheelchair.