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A lot of love and tenderness went into this apartment, ever piece picked out and cordinated by hand - matching their each other and the owners personalities perfectly. Its startling white walls were covered in photo's from the past - altered to be in black and white with a splash of color - giving a personal touch to the beautiful, bright, airy apartment.

I'm just trying to find a decent melody... -- Ry, 05:10:01 07/30/04 Fri
He let himself in to the home at about the same time as always - he had found himself becoming more and more predictable these days. Not that that was a bad thing, just a mere observation. Tired from a long day out in the sun, he made a fuss about greeting Colby, and then stripped off his dirty white tee and worked the buckle of his jeans loose on his way to the bedroom, glancing around as he went. "Stacie?"

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... -- Ryan, 08:04:13 07/17/04 Sat
He let himself in and knelt to greet the excited Colby before looking up for her - he always worried when he got home that maybe something would have happened. "Stacie sweetie? Where are you?"

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Sometimes a struggle builds you somehow.. -- Ryan, 11:40:40 07/16/04 Fri
He wheeled her in and quietly closed the door behind them before leaning down to ruffle Colby's ears - laughing and making a big fuss over the puppy before standing back up and smoothing her hair. "You wanna go lie down, sweetheart? You look so tired..."

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........ -- Stacie, 08:46:21 07/12/04 Mon
The damn wheelchair was driving her crazy, and she hated being laid up and she hated having him away at work and she hated having him home because he just hoovered over her. With a growl she pushed herself out onto the balcony, lighting up a cigarette, a habit he wasn't overly enthused with her taking her up. Colby whined at her feet, sensing her frustration. With a sigh she leaned over and swept up the puppy to lay in her lap - she felt like a scary old cat lady.

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I think I'm gonna stay home - have myself a home life... -- Ryan, 10:42:03 07/04/04 Sun
The interview had gone well, and the guy had promised to call later that week as soon as he got schedules sorted out - so it sounded like he finally had a job... Landscaping wouldn't be so bad - he'd make a decent wage, and he would get to spend some time in the sun, which was always favorable to an indoor job. Consequently, he arrived home in a good mood, a small smile playing over his lips as he closed the door behind him and then looked around - dropping his keys on the table and stepping out of his flip-flops. "Stacie?"

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Take me down to the paradise city -- Stacie, 07:05:17 07/03/04 Sat
She was clad in a pair of cut off shorts and a tee shirt of Ryan's with the sleeves roled up beneath her bra straps - her hair in low pigtails. "Jordan baby doll don't get into that." She smiled at the toddler as she set down the paintbrush and went to check on the kids. Somehow she had gotten suckered into watching not only Jordan, but the West twins too and she was having trouble telling them apart, and had a sneaking suspicion that they weren't telling her the truth when she asked who was who. With a smirk she shook her head, glad that they had the dining room already finished and thanking god he husband had picked up a baby guard to put in the door. It wasn't for a baby, rather for the lumbering brindle pit bull puppy that she had adopted from the pound - the pup was a pure bred, but he had been bred to fight and had been taken away by the animal care people and he was just the sweetest little baby....kinda clumsy though - as Ryan liked to point out. The pup loved the kids though, and Colby, as she called him, was currently in there playing babysitter, even though he was just a baby himself. Seeing that all was fine, she smiled and went back to her painting - opening a few windows on the way back to her wall - patiently waiting for Ry to get home.

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