She was sitting out in the galleria, her legs hooked over the chair having changed her clothes into something more casual - jeans and a pretty white turtle neck. She was completely engrossed in her reading, her brow furrowed as she read and re-read a passage from socrates. Sometimes, as much as she loved ancient greek writing sometimes it gave her tiniest bit of a headache. Her brow furrowed lightly as she ran her hand over her hair, biting her lip in a habit that she had always had when concentrating. -- RD Future: RDUniversity

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Date Posted: Mon, Oct 18 2004, 6:48pm PDT
Author: Keila
Subject: She was sitting out in the galleria, her legs hooked over the chair having changed her clothes into something more casual - jeans and a pretty white turtle neck. She was completely engrossed in her reading, her brow furrowed as she read and re-read a passage from socrates. Sometimes, as much as she loved ancient greek writing sometimes it gave her tiniest bit of a headache. Her brow furrowed lightly as she ran her hand over her hair, biting her lip in a habit that she had always had when concentrating.
In reply to: Aiden 's message, "When you look, you see right through me..." on Mon, Oct 18 2004, 3:32pm PDT

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Exhaling a soft sigh when he spotted her, he ran a hand absently over his head and then shoved his hands into the pockets of his jeans as he approached. "Hey - don't try so hard. You'll just confuse yourself more. Just read slower." He murmured affectionately with a wink and slowed to stand just infront of her, the sleeves of his shirt tugged just up to his about mid forarm. (NT) -- Aiden, Mon, Oct 18 2004, 6:51pm PDT

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