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Date Posted: Sun, Oct 09 2005, 12:01am PDT
Author: Lysia
Subject: She nodded, heading over to put the order in - take an order from another table who was none to polite to her and then bring him his coffee, laying the sugar packets on the sugar next to the cup of coffee. "There ya go, your order will be up shortly, anything else you need?" She was trying to be professional here but she felt so weak, like it was exhausting her to just stand here and talk. The owner was nice enough, let her have lunch here - the one good meal she had a day since she skipped breakfast and dinner the majority of the days...
In reply to: Travis 's message, "

There are many things that I would like to say to you
But I don't know how
" on Sat, Oct 08 2005, 11:00pm PDT


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  • "Thanks..." He murmured gently and then caught her wrist before she could move away, his fingers gentle on her delicate skin, head tipped forward a little. "What's going on Lysia? You don't look like you're feeling too well..." He was just gently inquiring, not accusing her of anything. His thumb brushed her wrist slowly, tenderly. His gaze lingered on her but he let her hand go - not wanting to get her into any sort of trouble with her boss. (NT) -- Travis, Sun, Oct 09 2005, 12:09am PDT
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