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Date Posted: 05:51:25 06/24/02 Mon
Author: Dinan
Author Host/IP: 178.207-34-91-0.interbaun.com / 207.34.91.178
Subject: [: skater :]


: and I wanna believe you when you say it�ll be ok � so I try to believe you � but I don�t : [: the brute commenced; a singular, jaded entity. he roamed the inards of the club, peds planted firmly atop his beloved skateboard, guitar strung with care o'er his toned shoulder. twisting he navigates towards the smooth sheen of the mahogan bartop, swiftly planting his foot 'pon the rear of his transportation, propelling it up towards his grasp. digits curl about the object as he places it down safely, along with his guitar. pawsfind a spot 'pon the counter and he hiosts himself up, sitting crosslegged, having never found the vinyl stool placed before him very comfortable. digits reach behind him, producing a bottle of vodka and two shots, money left behind to pay for it. with that he pours an idle shot and downs it, amused simper spanning facials :] : I wanna believe you � but not today :

: and I wanna believe you when you say it�ll be ok � so I try to believe you � but I don�t :

[: the brute commenced; a singular, jaded entity. he roamed the inards of the club, peds planted firmly atop his beloved skateboard, guitar strung with care o'er his toned shoulder. twisting he navigates towards the smooth sheen of the mahogan bartop, swiftly planting his foot 'pon the rear of his transportation, propelling it up towards his grasp. digits curl about the object as he places it down safely, along with his guitar. pawsfind a spot 'pon the counter and he hiosts himself up, sitting crosslegged, having never found the vinyl stool placed before him very comfortable. digits reach behind him, producing a bottle of vodka and two shots, money left behind to pay for it. with that he pours an idle shot and downs it, amused simper spanning facials :]

: I wanna believe you � but not today :

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