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Subject: .:. That's true...I'll call Mr. Fixit. .:.

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Zeth

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Date Posted: 00:45:11 07/05/05 Tue
In reply to: Alicia Baslazari 's message, "$You'll Only Get Stuck To Me$" on 01:07:34 07/04/05 Mon

.:. Depression set over him like a rain cloud in the south savanna. Rain poured in the form of tears down his cheeks. Useless and wordless he stood there unable to come back with a reply to her snapped anger. She was right and he couldn't deny that fact. It had shown on his face before he'd had the chance to stop it. "You're right Alicia. But listen...just listen. When I married you, you were young and vibrate. And then? that fabulous night at the honeymoon...you just...you just weren't the same. You'd softened up. You'd been defeated. I've tried since then to find that spark in you but it's burnt out. Yeah. it's my fault. i let the marriage die. I was wrong. It's my fault. But...I can't fix it unless you become that young, hotheaded woman you were that I asked for the straw from. Dont you see?" That was about all he could say. He was seated beside her now, his hand on her remained one. Her tan hand over the white spreading of faberic was covered by another pale color of Zeth's hand. Zeth's lips fell by her ear, a husky whisper delivered. "You've become cold. There's no surprise in you anymore." It hurt to say, but was true. "how can I fix that?".:.

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Subject	Author	Date
toilet needs fixed	ghosty	05:07:26 07/05/05 Tue
$Just Jiggle the Handle$ -- Alicia Baslazari, 23:41:28 07/05/05 Tue .:. Mad Man.:. -- Zeth, 00:25:03 07/06/05 Wed $Lost$ -- Alicia Baslazari, 00:57:10 07/06/05 Wed .:. Navigator.:. -- Zeth, 01:43:05 07/06/05 Wed $Follower$ -- Alicia Baslazari, 01:55:48 07/06/05 Wed