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Date Posted: Tue, Sep 14 2004, 11:39am PDT
Author: Ivy
Subject: Don't try to stop me because I'm falling fast in this pit of fire that surrounds us all - in a blanket of fear that I've been wrapped in for years, you can't stop me... you can't stop me..

She wasn't the most social creature on the planet and the influx of people inhabiting her cooshy little haunt had driven her to find other, more solitary places to spend her time - that, of course, in turn, had pushed Callum into a frenzy of worrying and actually made her life a lot more difficult than dealing with the invasion of her Oreo-eating abode. So here she was, experiencing what she liked to call a "grumpy" day - in which she dressed like a slob, ate lots of cookies and glared at everyone, and she was in full force, on her typical perch, the window seat on the North side of the room, a bag of her favorite black-and-white cookies set in her lap. The pixy-ish redhead sported a fitted black t-shirt which proclaimed "Hard Rock Cafe Paris" though it hadn't been acquired there, but rather at a thrift store where she did the majority of her shopping, and a pair of cut-off cord capris with a rainbow belt securing them around her narrow waist, her Birks in place, she swung her feet, focusing on her cookie as she licked the white frosting off and set the round discs of cookies aside, uninterested in anything but the simulated sweetness she was scooping off with her tongue and teeth.

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