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Date Posted: Tue, Jan 20 2004, 10:17pm PST
Author: Kev
Subject: He pressed his lips together, and his dark brow knit with creases. While they had been making love that morning, they had discovered a potentially fatal tumor in her father's brain - way to feel like a winner. He squeezed her arm supportively.
In reply to: McKenzi 's message, " This is what it sounds like when doves cry...." on Tue, Jan 20 2004, 10:05pm PST


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  • A light trembling had taken over her form as her mother spoke, her hand raising to cover her mouth, trying to hold back tears. (NT) -- Kenzi, Tue, Jan 20 2004, 10:18pm PST
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