A low whistle slipped from her lips and her brows raised slightly - just trying to comprehend that. She had grown up with the same people she had been born with, and lived in the same house since the day her mama had brought her home from the hospital. It was hard to try and imagine such an insecure life. "That's incredible. Rough. What happens in nine months? Get to move again?" -- Realistic Dreams: The Present : The Beach

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Date Posted: 18:41:52 10/12/04 Tue
Author: Bry
Subject: A low whistle slipped from her lips and her brows raised slightly - just trying to comprehend that. She had grown up with the same people she had been born with, and lived in the same house since the day her mama had brought her home from the hospital. It was hard to try and imagine such an insecure life. "That's incredible. Rough. What happens in nine months? Get to move again?"
In reply to: Bryani 's message, "
I dig my toes into the sand
The ocean looks like a thousand diamonds strewn across a blue blanket
I lean against the wind, pretend that I am weightless
And in this moment I am happy
" on 16:56:30 10/12/04 Tue

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"Going into some branch of the military." He shrugged a bit, shifting to let the sand run through his fingers idely. His eyes drifted back to hers briefly before he dropped his gaze back to the sand once more. He didn't know what else to say,he wasn't so social sometimes especially around a kinda cute girl. He was usually pretty good at making new friends but he was just starting to get kind of tired of it recently. (NT) -- Griffin, 18:55:21 10/12/04 Tue

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