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Date Posted: Tue, Sep 14 2004, 5:01pm PDT
Author: Sutter
Subject: lips tucked idly between lips as he was settled on the front steps - guitar resting across his lap - attempting to restring it for the moment...though his effort futile in the light drizzle, causing the string to simply slip from his fingers. He himself though was not nearly as used to the rain, being from arizona...rain was a blessing at very most...never a daily occerance...but it seemed to bring the mellow side of the kid out...making his usually tense mind light for the while, brushing away thoughts of problems and whatnot
In reply to: Isabelle 's message, "

Don't count on me givin' it
All back to you
Just because I'm hooked on livin'
Doesn't mean I'm hooked on you
" on Tue, Sep 14 2004, 3:59pm PDT


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  • It wasn't until the door swung shut behind her that she realized she had lost her dog once again, and so growled something under her breath about keeping the distractable dog leashed and turned to duck her head back outside. "Hey! Dog..." She called before her gaze lit on the young man that the socialable Gambit was visiting with. With an apologetic smile, she stepped back out there and snapped her fingers to get the dog's attention. "Sorry..." (NT) -- Isabelle, Tue, Sep 14 2004, 5:09pm PDT
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