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Date Posted: Tue, Feb 11 2003, 4:03pm PST
Author: .owen.
Subject: .Love.That.Book.
In reply to: Erica 's message, "You bet.." on Tue, Feb 11 2003, 3:00pm PST

.Owen said nothing as his gaze instinctively trekked 'cross the nasty bruise beginnin' to form upon Erica's defined cheek-bone. What the hell had happened? Fuck, WHAT THE HELL HAD HAPPENED? "I love that book... I just, uh, forget it's title, is all..." Time to practice the polite approach that he had been taught a young boy. His head dipped in a curt nod t'wards the elderly soul who lay 'pon the bed, "The Name's Owen McAllistor, Sir. It's nice to meet you both, Mr. Moore, Mrs. Moore." He took to guessing that the man was Erica's 'oh-so-wonderfully-talked-about' Father, and the woman was most-obviously her Mother... Joy. In an attempt at an explanation, Owen stated everything but the fact that Erica and him were together, and all of that stuff. "Yes, I'm Erica's friend, Owen. We met at the stable a few weeks ago... My family's owned horses since I was little... But, I've never appreciated them, 'cause, I've been frightened of them 'since I was a kid. Erica was trying to teach me how to be around them without bailing." Betcha Erica didn't know some of that! Yeah, he had always grown up with Horses for his parents great buggy-type-of-wagon-thing... But he'd always disliked the beasts, and thought that they were out to kick him, or nip him -- or both. His expression didn't depict whatever emotion was going through him, because there were too many. Anger, pity, and nervousness, among other emotions, were running thickly through his veins.

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Replies:

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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