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Date Posted: Sun, Dec 05 2004, 8:27pm PST
Author: Sam
Subject: A brow raised at her actions - though somewhat amazed as the puppy moved to her - scowleing lightly Spoiled snot...form straightened easily - tugging the hem of his shirt down as it rode up lightly across naturally tanned skin - reveiling hints of tattoed flesh beneith He's not supposed to be such a wimp - i swear
In reply to: Rainer 's message, " She was dressed in much the same fashion as he was - a pair of tight, well worn and faded jeans hanging tight to her shapely hips, a multi tonal green ringer tee with some random logo emblazoned on the front clinging close to her ample chest. Her dark hair was hung loose in long waves of unruly raven shades, a large wad of bubble gum being popped loudly as she made her way in, after having paused to check out the hot ride parked outside. Her eyes almost immediately went to him - there were just certain kinds of people, and he was one of them.." on Sun, Dec 05 2004, 7:15pm PST


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  • She pushed her messenger bag around so it rested against the small of her back and scooped the pup up into her arms, on it's back like a baby, scratching it affectionately behind the ears. "Sad truth is.. this dog is a wimp." She smiled, cooing to the dog a moment before she stuck out a not-so-free hand. "I'm Rainer, the dog whisperer." (NT) -- Rainer, Sun, Dec 05 2004, 8:29pm PST
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