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Date Posted: 16:40:21 12/09/01 Sun
Author: Damion
Subject: ~He Gorans and picks himself up off the ground, mentally cursing jetlag that made him feel like he should still be sleeping right now, then looks to her~ I was jest walkin...And....I guess i'm now the the target of a hit and run ~Smiles warmly an brushes his black hair out of his eyes~
In reply to: Echo 's message, "/.../" on 16:11:07 12/09/01 Sun


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  • /.../ She had had a little foresight, for once in her life, and pulled the fleece sweater that had been tied around her waist over her scantily clad torso - no need for her to get cold../.../ I'm not running, am I? (NT) -- Echo, 16:42:12 12/09/01 Sun

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