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Date Posted: Wed, Dec 07 2005, 10:16pm PST
Author: Josh
Subject: "Eight seconds, all that matters really, isn't it?" He questioned softly, tipping his head to the side as he smiled down at her. "Wasn't expecting you to still be hanging around here." So he said that to her a lot, he just expected her to be off doing her own thing by now - not hanging around a dusty old cowboy.
In reply to: Brooklyn 's message, "What I need right now is some sweet revenge to get back what I lost then.. I gave you all I had to give but I could never reach you.. " on Mon, Dec 05 2005, 8:14pm PST


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  • (She shrugged at his first words, she didn't know if the time was all that mattered.. it seemed rediculous to have a sport based on staying on an animal that was capable of so much more than jumping around.. it was stupid and masculine and.. stupid! At his next comment her gaze narrowed. She hadn't wanted to hang around, but the fact that he had noticed meant that other people might have noticed too.) I wouldn't miss seeing you trampled. (She said icily, rolling her eyes and walking off towards Destin, who whickered and followed her around the side of the enclosure he was in, stopping at the boundary that was the side of the trailer, snorting as she climbed into the tiny tack room and shook her head, fuming a little. She had no right following him around, for all she knew rumors were already spreading and she would be the talk of school the next day.) (NT) -- Brooklyn, Wed, Dec 07 2005, 10:20pm PST
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