<font color=gray>She laughs softly, a gentle grin flickering over her lips as she watched him, arching a brow softly "You're not picky? that doesn't make you sound so good..." She flashes him a grin, glancing down as she twists highlighted strands around her finger absently</font> -- The Banks Home

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Date Posted: 14:34:47 07/03/04 Sat
Author: Tara
Subject: She laughs softly, a gentle grin flickering over her lips as she watched him, arching a brow softly "You're not picky? that doesn't make you sound so good..." She flashes him a grin, glancing down as she twists highlighted strands around her finger absently
In reply to: Jake 's message, " Knock, Knock, Knockin' on heavans door " on 11:08:14 07/03/04 Sat

>He had flowers sent here the day before and now here
>he was himself - clad in dirty style torn jeans, flip
>flops,and a tight tee shirt that read "Beachtown
>Summer camp". His hair was messy but stylish, his eyes
>wandering over the house. This place seriously
>hardcore money, definate plus - not to mention the
>girl was gorgeous...it was turning into a nice little
>distraction for awhile...

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He rolled his eyes lightly. "I meant when it comes to food smarty." He winked lightly, watching her. -- Jake, 14:38:05 07/03/04 Sat