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Subject: .:.*yawn* let's pick up the pace.:. Author: Zeth [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] Date Posted: 17:07:45 11/07/04 Sun In reply to: Lavinia 's message, "possessed like a martyr getting high off the flames" on 16:35:41 11/07/04 Sun .:. “Milk it is then.” He shot one of the smiles her mother had fallen in love with him for to his child with the added bonus of a wink. Turning back to the frig, he got out the milk and checked the date. Bringing it to the counter, his smile gave away that something cool was about to happen. “Here we go.” And without so much as hesitation he began pouring the milk out as if there was a glass to catch it. But, to the eye, there was nothing. However, it seemed to be contained by something, taking the form of a glass that didn’t exist. He watched for the amusement on her face. “Your mother isn’t the only one that knows a few tricks.” He teased, replacing the milk in the refrigerator. “Oh, a straw.” With a flip of his fingers two pixies zoomed from some hidden, out of sight place with a green and blue squiggly straw just for her. Placing it into the contained liquid they giggled as they looked upon her adoring face before taking flight towards the back of the apartment. “how’s that for service?” he asked, turning back and starting the water for her meal. .:. [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ]

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Subject Author Date mass destruction is my function - time to put it to the test Lavinia 16:27:33 11/14/04 Sun .:.When I said pick it up...I didn't mean that much! Looful needs to learn how to hold her tongue.:. -- Zeth, 18:21:13 11/14/04 Sun its authentic, apocalyptic destroyer -- Lavinia, 22:09:41 11/14/04 Sun .:.haha.:. -- Zeth, 22:20:37 11/14/04 Sun my tongue is battered & bruised from all these attitudes -- Lavinia, 22:29:30 11/14/04 Sun .:.Not Alone.:. -- Zeth, 19:00:46 11/17/04 Wed come what may -- Lavinia, 23:55:46 11/17/04 Wed .:.Mooo Juice. Cute!.:. -- Zeth, 15:56:38 11/21/04 Sun bee barf -- Lavinia, 21:10:49 11/21/04 Sun .:.HONEY! Wasn't I on-line with you when we discovered that? Oh, the late night memories.:. -- Zeth, 22:40:39 11/21/04 Sun abused at age six or molested at twelve -- Lavinia, 08:07:18 12/02/04 Thu .:.Looful the Fantabulousy.:. -- Zeth, 20:53:57 12/04/04 Sat