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Date Posted: 22:49:36 07/23/04 Fri
Author: Brette
Subject: He was actually sitting down on the beach - his gaze out over the water. When he actually took a moment to stop and think it usually led to a brooding, pensive and generally unpleasant life. He loved his job, his career really, but sometimes it was a lonely life.
In reply to: Brett 's message, "......" on 22:37:54 07/23/04 Fri


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  • Lips pursing slightly when she spotted him, she made her way slowly down the beach - dragging her feet through the sand, flip-flops left in her car. As she neared, she squirted his back casually from a few feet away with her water bottle - as odd as their encounter the night before, he was intriguing at the least. (NT) -- Dominique, 22:51:55 07/23/04 Fri
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