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Date Posted: 19:52:23 04/25/03 Fri
Author: Brandy
Subject: To prove her point she dropped into the couch, flicking on the tv, turning the volume down low "Not harsh enough"
In reply to: Brandy 's message, "In the arms of the angel,Fly away from here
From this dark cold hotel room
And the endlessness that you fear" on 10:52:55 04/25/03 Fri

>Tear tracks seemed to be perminantly etched into her
>mahogany skin, her deep brown eyes burning. She had
>moved Amber into Brents room so she could watch over
>the both of them. She hadn't slept in the last two
>weeks, just sat in her old nursing chair, watching her
>babies sleep, with Tango dutifully at her feet. They
>all felt Travis' absence. They all asked for him, all
>she could tell them was he had gone away fro a little
>while... just for a break... he'll be back. She
>couldn't give up hope.
>She sighs gently and the brown lab lifts his head from
>her foot, glancing up at her before resuming his
>watchful gaze over the children. She stands silently
>and stretchs out, craning her neck with a slight
>frown. Her mouth was bone dry and she was starting
>with a headache, she needed liquid. She slips out of
>the room and tango sits up to keep a better watch.
>Closing the door softly she pauses and listens, trying
>to figure out where Mitch was, she couldn't hear a
>sound. She flicks the light on in the hall and wanders
>down to the kitchen, turning on all the lights as she
>went, chiding her heart for beating so fast, telling
>herself not to be afriad. She turns the cold tap on
>and lets the water run over her wrist soothingly,
>sighing a little, murmering to herself "Don't be a
>baby" She'd manahed so far to ignore Mitch's presence,
>deny his existance, make him wholly unwelcome.

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he rolled his eyes "You act like I'm a real ogre Brandy" he smirked, he was to this black trash and he knew it -- Mitch, 00:58:25 04/26/03 Sat