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Subject: .those.were.the.good.old.days.


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Shock
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Date Posted: 19:58:48 04/10/04 Sat
In reply to: Sampson 's message, "::When:we:were:one::" on 06:54:02 04/10/04 Sat



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The words of page came to her ears which pinned back with disdain. As much as she worshipped the mistress her heart and trust laid within Sampson, the male she had grown attatched too. His distaste in this man, this creature, was apparent and she had no wishes to disagree with him; for who was the two-legged-one to barge in on their home and walk all over them? Hearing her name spoken she turned her head briefly and out emerged her pink tongue to give Paige's hand a quick contact but she did not look at the male, taunt clear within amber eyes. Locking them now upon the mahogany of Sampson she dipped her bulky ashen muzzle, "I understand. I agree," She barked, vocals firmly, "Anyone who can make the mistress cry," Her voice now a growl she continued, "Is not worthy. And to act as if he owns this house?" She shifted uneasily, muscles rippling under sky washed velveteen pelt, moving her body nearer to the bed so she could get closer to Sampson. With this stranger so close, Sampson was her sense of security- her sense of well being.

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