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Date Posted: 07:17:49 07/25/06 Tue
Author: Gianna
Subject: Inside
In reply to: Skeeter 's message, "inside" on 07:09:01 07/25/06 Tue

(The way his face hardened and his eyes all but shut her out let her know immediately that she had cut him way too deeply for a simple apology to even open the door for her. She laid her head back on the pillow and gazed at him as he crossed over to take a seat beside her, frustration welling inside her. She was a woman who prided herself on her individuality.. it was what made her who she was.. and now, after having had that individuality tested and brought against her and being essentially locked up in the psyche ward.. well, she was feeling antsy and strung out.) That's very noble of you, Justin. (She said in a partially patronizing tone. How very noble that after nearly three weeks of petitioning Remy and Skeeter that someone finally realized that she was being mistreated in here and would see that she got a whopping couple of hours daylight. Her eyes flashed suddenly as she looked over at him, her features lighting up prettily as she exercised some of her frustration on him.) You know something, Skeeter, I am not a fucking quack. I have had it up to here with this shit. (Her hand absently soothed over her stomach, trying to calm the baby within her.. she knew her anger was stressing the child.. but she had to vent it or she would explode.)

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inside -- Skeeter, 08:15:56 07/25/06 Tue
- Inside -- Gianna, 08:34:33 07/25/06 Tue
  - inside -- Skeeter, 08:46:11 07/25/06 Tue
    - Inside -- Gia, 08:58:37 07/25/06 Tue