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Date Posted: 15:32:31 10/10/05 Mon
Author: Matthew
Subject: After spending all morning at his Cadie's place, the girl had sent him packing. It was obvious that her and Tyson wanted some alone time and he was cramping her style already. In a totally fabricated fit, he had stormed out into the cool evening in just khaki shorts and a cozy grey hoodie - the hood pulled over his shaggy, wild hair - but looked back through the glass doors just in time to toss one of his trademark impish grins at the pair. Her place being right on the beach totally suited him just fine and so he was off hiking through the heavy, soft sand - in no particular direction at first, but then he spotted the truck in the lot nearby, and a pretty little blonde sitting on the hood. He was a sucker for blondes, and girls in trucks..
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on 15:26:24 10/10/05 Mon


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  • She glanced down the beach at the figure moving in her direction, not paying too much attention, but having caught sight of him out of the corner of her eye. She glanced back tot he ocean before too long, her bare feet resting on the grill at the front of the truck. Torn and tattered jeans hugged her thighs and flared around her tanned ankles, her blond hair left loose, getting caught now and then in the breeze. She retrived the joint from her lips and exhaled slowly, feeling herself beginning to relax a little. (NT) -- Rhea, 15:40:38 10/10/05 Mon

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