Alone Again -- Tara's Downstairs

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Date Posted: 18:57:54 02/13/02 Wed
Author: Tara
Subject: Alone Again

She sighs and flops down on the couch . . . alone again. Switching on the tv, then soon she gets up, shutting it off. She needed to do something. She couldn't just sit there and watch the clock to see if Danny ever did show back up or call her. She needed to occupy her mind.

She decided to get some extra exercise today. She goes upstairs and puts on her 'work-out clothes', calling her dogs, then running outside. She takes her white shepherd on a mile run, then her lab on a mile run. Looking back toward her barn, she decides to take a ride. Putting the saddle and bridle on her favorite stallion, she mounts up. A trot down a scenic path in the woods calms her nerves. She soon returns to the barn, packing away the equipment and taking care of her horses.

Tara then goes upstairs hurriedly. She didn't want the others to see her in such a mess. Knowing that she should get in a little bit of dance practice, she decides against it. She quickly showers, rinsing the grime and sweat away. Fresh, clean clothes are put on as she finds night will soon be falling. Walking over to her radio, she switches on some tunes. She lays down on her bed, closing her eyes and listening to the rythym.

((Anyone needs me, this will be re-posted in my room! Reply there! Thanks!))

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