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Date Posted: 12:32:06 07/21/03 Mon
Author: Light's Final Honor
Subject: .: He talked! :.
In reply to: Daughter of Light and... 's message, "Sweet debut" on 23:47:22 07/20/03 Sun

At his first little word she was sent into an inexplicable fit of giggles. Shaking her head slightly, the russet filly turned back to the beach. "Sorry Miss Daughter of Light, we'll go back. But he's so cute! I can't wait to be a mom," she chimed, even though motherhood was far, far away for this filly. Seeing as she's only a filly.

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[> Oh please -- Ellie, 12:35:15 07/21/03 Mon [1]

She shook her head, uttering a gruff snort. "Congrats DOL," she said, and grinned when the colt repeated her word. Cutie. That he was. Gently touching the auburn mare back, the stalwart Arab turns from the gathering and trots off into the thicket of palm trees.

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