*She listens to him. Her heart softens. She smiles at the fond nickname he had given her. -- Open Meadows

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Subject: *She listens to him. Her heart softens. She smiles at the fond nickname he had given her.

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Angelic Delight

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Date Posted: 02:31:07 07/13/03 Sun
In reply to: .russian roulette. 's message, "Things come with time.. Or so they say." on 02:09:34 07/13/03 Sun

She looks back at Roulette.* You do not sound stupid. You seem to be rude and inconsiderate, but you actually do care at heart.*She pauses for a second and looks down. She then looks up again.* It takes a true stallion to actually confess about something so hurtful. I used to think you rude, but now I know you do care.*She looks back down.* I have had three mates. All of them had used me for my position. And all of them, whenever they did something rude or had boasted all over the boards that they were mates of the princess, I would ask them about it. They would deny it or say they wouldn't do it again. Whenever they would go inactive, right as I was to dump them, they said that they just couldn't get on or were too busy. Not one "I'm sorry". Just excuses. But you, *her eyes look into his, her eyes glinting in the sunlight that dappled through the willow branches.* You are different then the rest.*She listens to his last words.* Who is it that has not forgiven you?*She hated to ask such a personal thing...but she felt bad thinking about it.*

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A pirate's life for me.	.russian roulette.	03:02:43 07/13/03 Sun
She slowly gets up at looks at him momentairly. -- Angelic Delight, 03:25:12 07/13/03 Sun* :::Danger::: -- Thin Ice, 19:19:47 07/13/03 Sun Nice hat. -- .russian roulette., 00:12:23 07/17/03 Thu I'll be gone the 18th through 26th.... :( (NT) -- marty -Rou-, 19:58:19 07/17/03 Thu :+:Danger:+: -- Thin Ice, 21:22:27 07/23/03 Wed She looks at Roulette. -- Angelic Delight, 23:26:15 07/28/03 Mon I suppose. -- .russian roulette., 18:18:20 07/29/03 Tue She smiles ever so slightly at his doubtfullness. Yes. -- Angelic Delight, 22:06:18 07/29/03 Tue The need to focus never arose. -- .russian roulette., 01:59:53 07/30/03 Wed She looks around her and then notices that there was no one else but her and the foal. -- Angelic Delight, 13:05:17 07/31/03 Thu*