Date Posted:08:54:30 03/31/02 Sun Author: Meg Subject: She held the can in her lap, swinging her legs slightly, she hadn't showered yet and her hair was seperated and falling over her eyes. "He left again." It was the easiest way to talk about things for her, blurting them out. In reply to:
Meg
's message, "" on 08:41:41 03/31/02 Sun
>She'd done her own bit of
>crying for a good 3 minutes in her room. Eyes still
>pink, but make-up replaced and new outfit in place.
>Trying to fool everyone, including maybe if she was
>lucky, herself. Trudging into the kitchen, pulling out
>a can of slim fast she sat on the counter, swinging
>her legs back and forth.
