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Date Posted: 09:55:01 10/17/01 Wed
Author: Jason
Subject: *He smirks from the kitchen, he'd gotten used to this. Carrying a glass of water and a handful of various medication, he leans over the back of the couch, kissing her cheek and depositing his cargo into her hands.* Stop complaining, or I'll have to tell you how beautiful you are.
In reply to: Stacie 's message, ":: she lowers herself onto the couch, her rounded stomache bare thanks to the beater and boxers she was wearing :: I am a big blimp! :: she curses beneath her breath, eyeing the scars with distaste ::" on 09:51:37 10/17/01 Wed


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  • :: she growls, now glaring at the pills :: These don't do anything, I need..plastic surgery...and...lyposuction... (NT) -- Stacie, 09:57:27 10/17/01 Wed
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