<font color=iceblue>(When his eyes hit hers, they softened and gave off the need he felt for her, then he turned them away.) You're driving me crazy. (He admitted.) I cant sleep, I cant eat.. I cant do anything productive. (He turned to her again.) Stop it.</font> -- **Chasity and Cassandra's Place**

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Date Posted: 08:59:05 10/23/02 Wed
Author: Diallo
Subject: (When his eyes hit hers, they softened and gave off the need he felt for her, then he turned them away.) You're driving me crazy. (He admitted.) I cant sleep, I cant eat.. I cant do anything productive. (He turned to her again.) Stop it.
In reply to: Diallo 's message, "(He'd spent much of the morning hungover and high, pondering his current state of affairs. He was broke, unemployed, headed for jail, and hurting something fierce. The first three had never bothered him until Chas, and seeing as though they would be hard to fix, he was tackling the easiest problem first - the hurt. She'd put the hole there, he wanted her to fix it now. Knocking, he started to pace the hallway.)" on 08:44:18 10/23/02 Wed

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Her brow furrowed, shaking her head. "I am not doing anything, I haven't done anything." She hadn't done anything but cry since their run in. (NT) -- Chasity, 09:03:05 10/23/02 Wed