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Date Posted: 20:33:36 04/04/04 Sun
Author: Trista
Subject: inside this life I'm living there's nothing left for me

Petite femme was sitting outside in the pouring rain, looking somewhat like drowned sewer rat. Blond wet tresses were stuck to her face, and pale blue strapless dress was pretty much see through. Not that she really cared at the moment. After all, she was screwed. No wait, worse than that. She was dead. Trust her to find out that she was pregnant just when her father was coming to town. Her father, like most Italian fathers, thought she was Virgin Mary and like most Italian fathers was dead set wrong. How was she going to explain to him that she was having a child? She was highly apposed to abortions, which didn�t leave her with many options. She was freezing, but she had decided that being cold was a lot better than having to face everyone inside.

it�s too late to love me now

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(+)A blue sports car sped into the drive way, a tall lanky figure in a black trench coat easily climbing out, his shaggy curls quickly becoming wet from teh rain. He rain up the front steps but stopped short when he saw her figure there.(+)"Tris honey..why aren't you inside? You are going to catch your death of cold!"(+) (NT) -- Darius, 20:46:57 04/05/04 Mon
She shrugged, continuing to chew on her lower lip. "I'm thinking." She fiddled nervously with a strand of wet hair, still not game enough to look at him. (NT) -- Trista, 20:53:17 04/05/04 Mon
(+)He knelt down beside her, hand pressing ot her cheek, turnng her face to look at him.(+)"There is saddness in your eyes tris...whats wrong?"(+)He asked in gentle tones.(+) (NT) -- Darius, 20:56:11 04/05/04 Mon
She shook her head. "There's not. I'm just thinking. Nothing's wrong." She glanced at him, then back at her black Gucci heels. (NT) -- Trista, 21:02:19 04/05/04 Mon
(+)He stood up, drawing her to her feet as he did so.(+)"Well come on then, if nothing is wrong there is no reason to be out in the rain ruining your dress. Lets go inside and find a fire to dry off by."(+)His handsome brow was furrowed slight by a frown.(+) (NT) -- Darius, 21:04:24 04/05/04 Mon
She allowed herself to follow him, somewhat reluctantly, but still following him. Why did he have to be so nice to her? It just made her current situation seem that little bit worse. (NT) -- Trista, 21:09:47 04/05/04 Mon
(+)He drew her slight body to his side, arm wrapping around her shoulder and lead her into the house.(+)"Into the library fire...or to your room sweet stuff?"(+)He asked.(+) (NT) -- Darius, 21:12:01 04/05/04 Mon
"My room." She replied, shivering as they walked to her room. Now that she thought about it, sitting out in the rain probably wasn't that smartest thing to do. (NT) -- Trista, 21:16:33 04/05/04 Mon

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