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Date Posted: Sat, Oct 11 2003, 5:22pm PDT
Author: .liam.
Subject: .not.golden.
In reply to: Tex 's message, "..i'm odd" on Sat, Oct 11 2003, 5:07pm PDT

Ha ha, Liam -- a golden boy? I highly doubt he'd ever regard himself as such. What Tex didn't know was that Liam, in all of him supreme sweetness, had caused more problems then anything else... What were those problems? Well... Just, um, nevermind. Liam's eyes fidgeted away from the doorbell; it wasn't interesting to look at... or not as interesting as Tex. Even in the dark, with her brow all knitted and her voice all touchy, Liam knew she was probably the most perfect thing in the world. If anyone were to shine today, Liam knew it'd be Tex. In an attempt to ease her worries, Liam dropped a quick kiss to her brow; never lingering too long in the scent of her jasmine shampoo. "Don't worry... they'll love you. I do." With that repeated proclaimation of love for the petite brunette, Liam quickly turned away -- feeling a rising wave of heat cross his cheeks. "Let's go," whispered the rosy-cheeked boy as his hand slipped over the doorknob and warm light spilled out of the brownstone and onto it's porch. "Just be yourself... and you'll do fine." Croaked Liam, once more -- feeling a little nervous about the idea of greeting his parents with flushed cheeks. From inside the warm, little home -- came the sounds of shuffling slippers and warm calls of what could only be from Liam's parents.

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you don't know how much. -- Tex, Sat, Oct 11 2003, 5:32pm PDT
- .welcome.to.the.line.of.fire. -- .liam., Sat, Oct 11 2003, 5:45pm PDT
  - this is a family -- Tex, Sat, Oct 11 2003, 8:23pm PDT
    - .never.wanting.the.things.you.have. -- .liam., Sat, Oct 11 2003, 8:38pm PDT
      - if you don't want them, i'll take them -- Tex, Sat, Oct 11 2003, 9:01pm PDT
        .he.doesn't.know.you. -- .liam., Sat, Oct 11 2003, 9:27pm PDT
        he's going to ask me -- Tex, Sat, Oct 11 2003, 9:34pm PDT
        .come.along. -- .liam., Sat, Oct 11 2003, 9:45pm PDT
        ..well than ask away -- Tex, Sat, Oct 11 2003, 10:03pm PDT
        .tuxes.dresses.music.flowers.spiked-punch. -- .liam., Sat, Oct 11 2003, 10:17pm PDT
        i don't know why -- Tex, Sun, Oct 12 2003, 10:00am PDT

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