<font color=lavender> She was still sitting on the edge of her bed where he'd left her, legs swung out over the side, hands gripping the corner of the mattress so that she had nearly colorless knuckles. Her dark hair was mussed and she was wearing a tank top and a pair of boycut underwear. More than anything, she looked like a lost little girl -- that's what she certainly felt like right now. She felt completely to blame. Shuffling her feet against the shoddy tile on the floor, she looked up when he opened the door, taking the bag from him, and staying where she was for a couple of minutes. She wanted to apologize, but she knew she'd spend the rest of her life apologizing to herself and him, and the baby, whether she killed it or not. "I guess we had better get this over with then." She rose to her feet with little conviction.</font> -- Realistic Dreams : The Present : The New Home V.2

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Date Posted: 22:31:43 08/13/05 Sat
Author: Astrid
Subject: She was still sitting on the edge of her bed where he'd left her, legs swung out over the side, hands gripping the corner of the mattress so that she had nearly colorless knuckles. Her dark hair was mussed and she was wearing a tank top and a pair of boycut underwear. More than anything, she looked like a lost little girl -- that's what she certainly felt like right now. She felt completely to blame. Shuffling her feet against the shoddy tile on the floor, she looked up when he opened the door, taking the bag from him, and staying where she was for a couple of minutes. She wanted to apologize, but she knew she'd spend the rest of her life apologizing to herself and him, and the baby, whether she killed it or not. "I guess we had better get this over with then." She rose to her feet with little conviction.
In reply to: Armani 's message, "When did this become about right and wrong? " on 22:25:15 08/13/05 Sat

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"I'll be here." He stated calmly, only the slight clench of his jaw gave away his tense state. He handed over the bag willingly before he crossed over to the window and yanked it open, letting in some air before he lit up a cigarette and turned his dark eyes out over the view. He had to much going through his mind to talk about any of it at the moment, even with her. (NT) -- Armani, 22:33:49 08/13/05 Sat

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