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Subject: V.ines

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I.vy

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Date Posted: 20:56:33 12/21/04 Tue

�The Chile Prodigy� was the term used most commonly to describe the six year old because unlike most children her age who spent their time being just that, children, she had accomplished a sharp mind. It is true; she is wise beyond her years. Traumatic life experiences had raised her into a witty, street smart, young thing. While some may call it tragic to loose childhood experiences she looked at it completely different, she was simply growing up in her mind. Fact was that despite her intelligence she hardly had the time in between fending for herself to notice what she was missing out on.
So, after spending months learning about this empire many had referred to as Rome the child began her way up the long cobbled path to the castle. In the cold of the winter her lightly layered with baby fat cheeks had turned to a rosy red from the chilly crisp air. Don�t get me wrong, she isn�t over weight, she has just retained the beauty of a young, childish, youthful face. Her skin was what adults seemed to strive for; a soft ivory colored milky perfection. Her hair was pulled into a bun with a few stray curls framing her face while her dress was of a mint green, somewhat resembling what noble women wore yet somehow known to be a copy. She had hardly the money for food, let alone for beautiful ball gowns and dresses, and spent much of her time playing off the sympathies of local townsmen or working odd jobs.
Eventually, through the midst of the lightly falling snow, she comes to the front doors of the castle and clenching a tiny fist pounds as hard as she could on the wood since she was no where near the height required to reach the knockers.

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Subject	Author	Date
Anabel	Anabel	10:34:15 12/22/04 Wed
V.ines -- I.vy, 17:18:31 12/24/04 Fri Grin -- Anabel, 19:40:41 12/24/04 Fri