<font color=cc6699>She burries her face in her arms , brow softly furrowed. The over grown english sheep dog pup padded over, trying to bury his large black wet nose in her arms along with her own face. Her fingers knotted into the fluffy fur at his neck , sniffing a little and she lifted her face to see their pup. "Hows Charlie?"</font> -- Realistic Dreams: The Future: The Beach

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Date Posted: 22:13:33 12/29/04 Wed
Author: Alysia
Subject: She burries her face in her arms , brow softly furrowed. The over grown english sheep dog pup padded over, trying to bury his large black wet nose in her arms along with her own face. Her fingers knotted into the fluffy fur at his neck , sniffing a little and she lifted her face to see their pup. "Hows Charlie?"
In reply to: Alysia 's message, "Remembering
Your touch
Your kiss
Your warm embrace
I'll find my way back to you
Please say you'll be waiting" on 00:58:58 12/28/04 Tue

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"He was just out here with me actually - was heading back to Mikey's for the night." He nodded a little bit, pursing her lips as he watched her in her state of despair, and reached over to ruffle the dog's fur quietly. "He's alright. Hurt, I think, but he's okay." (NT) -- Ice, 22:16:32 12/29/04 Wed

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