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Date Posted: Sun, Jul 18 2004, 12:58pm PDT
Author: Arista
Subject: She glanced up at him and tried but failed to offer a slight smile, glancing back to the large dog at her feet "Amber's sick... she's at the vets... she has a tumour... they want to put her down..." She'd had the dogs for ten years from pups... they were like her best friends...
In reply to: Blake 's message, "...." on Sun, Jul 18 2004, 11:57am PDT


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  • He sat down next to her, his arm going along the back of the swing so she could cuddle if she wanted to but not pressuring her into anything. "Oh sweetie, I'm sorry...." He called the other dog to him, ruffling her ears lightly. (NT) -- Blake, Sun, Jul 18 2004, 12:59pm PDT
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