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Date Posted: 06:30:39 01/12/07 Fri
Author: Lacey
Subject: She returned his smile tentatively, but didn;t reply- she wasn;t so sure it'd be fun- she didn;t much like those kind of events- and she didn't like a lot of the people, and Ryan knew it. They normally sat together and poked fun at people in playful whispers to each other, or just danced tot he nice music and ignored the rest of the room. She instead turned her attention back to something she felt more confident about, smiling a little more convincingly at Pablo "He's really come along... he's beginning to look like a real Stallion now... Look at the neck on him... and his paces are to die for. " She took the milk he'd brought and opened the bottle, bringing it to her lips and drinking deeply, managing to leave a milk mustache like she usually did
In reply to: Lacey 's message, "~" on 11:41:35 01/10/07 Wed


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  • He noted her silence on the dance thing and just nodded... he knew that she was probably having flashbacks to all the events they had attended with his parents together, just the same ones he was having. He smiled when she spoke of the horse, lighting up, he wondered how often she'd actually lit up like that in the last four weeks.... and when she drank the milk, before he could stop himself, he reached up to cup her jaw and wipe away the milk mustache with his thumb like he did everytime, pulling his hand away when he realized what he'd done. (NT) -- Ryan, 06:41:57 01/12/07 Fri
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