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Date Posted: Thu, Oct 21 2004, 7:41pm PDT
Author: Marco Licco
Subject: (())He stepped in, shaking the water off of his black peacoat, Italian features frowning slightly. he wasn't pleased with this horrible weather, it only reminded him of what he was missing out on by being here in America. In other hand he carried a law text book that had been his constant companion for the past couple of days. He had a huge midterm that he wasn't looking forward to in his torts class. Lean frame was clad in a pair of nicely fitting, dark blue jeans, and a white button-up shirt that he had left untucked. Coming into the lodge he stripped himself of the peacoat and hung it on a coat rack before making his way to a chair in the corner.(())
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  • Watching the rain was beginning to depress the californian beach bum, and so she too took herself indoors, the doodled paper disgarded. She detoured to the kitchen and returned with a stella, allowing her bright cobalt ords to flicker absently over the rooms inhabitants... not even a single familiar face. Except the guy in the corner she had just moments earlier witnessed entering. She arches a brow and heads over, settling herself in the couch opposite where he sat, claiming another paper for doodling perposes, though letting her gaze flicker back to him now and then. (NT) -- Rhea, Thu, Oct 21 2004, 7:57pm PDT
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