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Date Posted: Tue, Feb 11 2003, 2:49pm PST
Author: .owen.
Subject: .There.Once.Was.A.Boi.Who.Loved.A.Gal.
In reply to: Erica 's message, "you wouldn't understand." on Tue, Feb 11 2003, 2:34pm PST

. After finishing the whole mission of actually finding a parking spot, Owen had started towards the hospital -- keys in his pocket. Making a quick pit stop, he had fled to the men's room for a few moments. Leaning over the sink, he roughly turned on the tap -- splashing some of the luke warm water 'pon his face and into his hair. First impressions were lasting, he reminded himself as he left the bathroom, hoping that he looked presentable enough. He had grabbed some directions to Mr. Moore's room at the nurse's station and had set out to search for the room number 336, on the 3rd floor. He hadn't caught sight of the squabble that had jus' happened as he entered the correct hallway. An assortment of numbered rooms pasted by him as he strode forwards at a steady speed. 333...334...335... 336, Here it was. A quiet, but muffled voice was coming softly through the thick door, 'fore it was followed by one that wasn't the least bit 'welcoming.' One large palm pressed gently on the door, as he craned his head 'round it's corner to gaze 'pon a sickly looking man and a girl sittng sideways to him with a browning-bruise on her cheek, reading to the man. Uh-oh... He didn't recognize either... Did he even have the right room?.

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Replies:

You bet.. -- Erica, Tue, Feb 11 2003, 3:00pm PST
- .Love.That.Book. -- .owen., Tue, Feb 11 2003, 4:03pm PST
  - Don't you dare pity me. -- Erica, Tue, Feb 11 2003, 4:53pm PST
    - .At.This.Moment.I.Pity.You.Because.I.Love.You. -- .owen., Wed, Feb 12 2003, 4:03am PST
      - It'll strange me.. -- Erica, Wed, Feb 12 2003, 3:08pm PST
        .It's.Not.You. -- .owen., Wed, Feb 12 2003, 3:25pm PST
        Fugitive slave act. -- Erica, Wed, Feb 12 2003, 3:36pm PST
        .Oz..Wow. -- .owen., Wed, Feb 12 2003, 3:45pm PST
        Ethan? -- Erica, Wed, Feb 12 2003, 3:55pm PST
        .Mommy-Not-So-Dearest. -- .owen., Wed, Feb 12 2003, 4:09pm PST
        Goose-egg shaped things -- Erica, Wed, Feb 12 2003, 4:23pm PST
        .Not.Very.Funny. -- .owen., Thu, Feb 13 2003, 4:09am PST
        Oh.. but you don't know how funny it is.. -- Erica, Thu, Feb 13 2003, 1:35pm PST
        .With.You. -- .owen., Thu, Feb 13 2003, 2:20pm PST

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