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Subject: (*)Entrada(*)


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HeLl SiNgEr
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Date Posted: 17:11:54 08/14/02 Wed

(*)clutching a gigantuous sack inbetween rows of deadly pearls, the crimson stalked into the cave, jaw slighting aching from the heavy load. In one arm was a very large, and roughly made jug. Finding her steps far enough, the cargo was dropped, and the fabric fell open. Inside, mounted on melting ice to keep it from spoiling, was five buffalo, three deer, four sharks, a jaguar, mountain goat, and a good sum of fish. In another part, enclosed in a wooden box, was chammomile, lavendar, and sprigs of mint. Grinning at the "get-well kit", orbs elevate to BS, and Lost Darkness. To them a grin(*)

Hello, you two. Thanks again for eveything.

(*)she gestures to her bringings(*)

I brought you all some food, and other things to help restore strength from your long journey, and from your parent's ordeal. The food will be fine in a litte while, just let it thaw, and in this jug is a good supply of water. Chammomile, for stomach ailments, lavendar, to sleep, and sprigs of mint, for nerves, is in the wooden box.

(*)nodding her flaming brow, her large self swivels and begins to head in the opposite direction(*)

Need anything else...just call. Give your mother a good word from me. Good evening....

(*)her last words are left to resound back to them from the cave walls, as her vibrant hide disappears back into her hell(*)

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