<font color=lightblue> He was standing up this time, hands tucked in his pockets.. he hated how he couldn't stop thinking about her - how she was a weakness - he'd always prided himself in being a strong man. He wasn't sure she'd even gotten his message, let alone whether she'd come or not - what everything boiled down to was what kind of a day she was having, whether she decided to be depressingly pessimistic or optomistic about them.</font> -- Realistic Dreams: The Present : The Beach

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Date Posted: 21:10:59 02/26/04 Thu
Author: Angelo
Subject: He was standing up this time, hands tucked in his pockets.. he hated how he couldn't stop thinking about her - how she was a weakness - he'd always prided himself in being a strong man. He wasn't sure she'd even gotten his message, let alone whether she'd come or not - what everything boiled down to was what kind of a day she was having, whether she decided to be depressingly pessimistic or optomistic about them.
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*It seemed the gods had blessed him for once, becuase there were so many new faces in the mansion lately that she had been pretty much over looked, and so slipping out here had been amazingly easy. Stopping a few feet away from him, she met his eyes.*"Hello..."*Her voice was soft, and low, her face for once void of its harshness.* (NT) -- Ariel, 21:14:21 02/26/04 Thu

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