| Subject: | Hard glare holds him relentlessly | James and Trish Shayson are our parents...or were at least |
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Kyra
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Date Posted: 15:05:46 01/25/02 Fri
In reply to:
Kyra
's message, "::" on 14:53:39 01/24/02 Thu
>| Furiously swiping the tears away she storms in...She
>knew Holly would be out with Leah and Eli wouldn't be
>back from work yet. She storms straight through to her
>room, stuffing her few possesions back into the bag
>she arrived with, black eyes holding a tempest in
>their depths... swinging the wardrobe doors open, her
>gaze lands on the boxes shoved down at the bottom...
>taped and tied up...clearly their owner was insistant
>noone found out what they hid.... Shefowns...she was
>leaving anyway...and who knew, maybe there was
>something she could get money out of in
>there...pulling thecloest out she kneels, ripping off
>the tape and string. peeling the flaps back her brow
>furrows as she pulls out worthless forgotten
>possesions...nimble fingers landing on a brown file...
>liftingit from the box she opens it without a
>thought....gaze skimming the typed offical document |
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