Date Posted:13:59:04 08/04/02 Sun Author: Megan Author Host/IP: 61.washington-07rh16rt.dc.dial-access.att.net / 12.91.117.61 Subject:]].dance.[[
The vehement slayer stood in the midsts o' the crowd, dressed in appropriate black, tank dress stretching over a sinewy form, stopping just below her knees. Tossing back chestnut locks that waved in proportion to one another, she oscillated her hips to the rhythm letting arms ride the locomotion. As she felt the movements o' the others, she tried to simply let herself drift away. Her mind was always in the present, another bad form o' the sense.
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