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Subject: ::Not Everything Is Gold:: Author: Lessa Murphey [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] Date Posted: 04/ 1/10 6:33:50pm In reply to: Angelina Uris 's message, "Lips of An Angel" on 04/ 1/10 3:03:18am ((Haha, *butts in* hello loves... No layout yet... i'm still searching for the perfect pic for miss Less) She hadn't planned on going out, but she was feeling antsy... The stable had her been running her into the ground lately, emotionally and physically. Financially it was doing quite well, which was in large part why she had decided to go shopping. No one could accuse Lessa of being a girly-girl, but she had spent the day shopping for nice clothes, stuff she would wear only off the farm. Bags left in the trunk of her car, she parked a block away from Club Alien, and footed it the rest of the way in. The parking lot was empty... or... almost empty. A commotion and familiar voice calling out drew her attention toward the back corner, and she raised a brow. Angelina could be tough as nails, but that guy didn't look like one to mess with... Deciding in an instant that joining the bar owner could only help, Lessa lengthened her stride and approached the trio, coming up on the other side of the male, opposite Angelina. She halted out of reach and crossed her arms, one eyebrow raised as she gave the man a blank look. [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ]

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Subject Author Date ..::Better As A Memory::.. James 04/ 1/10 7:10:02pm Lips of An Angel -- Angelina Uris, 04/ 2/10 4:07:47pm ::All That Glitters Is Not Gold:: -- Lessa, 04/ 3/10 9:24:57am ..::Better As A Memory::.. -- James, 04/ 6/10 6:11:31pm Lips of An Angel -- Angelina Uris, 04/ 7/10 12:01:55am ::All That Glitters Is Not Gold:: -- Lessa, 04/ 8/10 7:04:41am ..::Better As A Memory::.. -- James, 04/ 8/10 6:09:30pm Lips of An Angel -- Angelina Uris, 04/ 9/10 4:38:49pm ::All that Glitters Is not Gold:: -- Lessa, 04/10/10 1:08:23pm ..::Better As A Memory::.. -- James, 04/19/10 8:08:49pm Lips of An Angel -- Angelina Uris, 04/20/10 4:13:17am ::All That Glitters Is Not Gold:: -- Lessa, 04/25/10 11:35:20am ..::Better As A Memory::.. -- James, 04/30/10 3:49:25pm Angel In Waiting -- Angelina Uris, 05/12/10 4:09:08pm