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Date Posted: Fri, Sep 24 2004, 1:57pm PDT
Author: Ivy
Subject: So take me back to the place that I miss, cause this is a waste of money - that's all this is..

I heard you play guitar
You got pedals around your feet like rocks around a fire
I don't know if we'll meet, I don't know who you are
You're just a traveled ghost that I admire from afar

Under the houselights
Me and you and the last bit of our pints
Well, I could carry a case or two up a couple of flights
The room with the Sir John A. view opens up to the night


Huddled in the window seat that was her typical perch, and wrapped in the security of a heavy fleecy blanket with a large gray horse charging through a shallow pool emblazoned on it, the normally spunky young girl sat. Her emerald hued eyes taking in the goings-on of the room with a touch of melancholy and anxiety evident in their depths. In the safe cocoon of her arms and her blanket, she was lost in her own silent reverie.

The soft rain that fell outside didn't much help her mood - normally the quirky, witty, redhaired pixie in the corner eating Oreos, today she was overtaken by another type of mood, another type of attitude. Her lips were drawn together in a sort of apprehensive, pensive curve, and her fingers curled around the edge of the blanket holding it tight to her. It wasn't often that the young girl missed Scotland, but today was definitely one of the days that she loathed America and wanted nothing more than to go home - the weather didn't help, as didn't the fact that she couldn't share her feeling with anyone - Callum wouldn't understand and Sean was nowhere to be found. Occasionally she wished she had a female confidante to whom she could pour out her tears, pour out her worries, but the majority of the time still appreciated being another one of the boys. A heavy sigh wracked her body, heaving the girl's narrow shoulders in the safe shelter of her blanket.

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