<font color=gold>She shrugs, pursing her lips as she fiddles with his shirt absently, feeling like she was betraying her mother a little "She don't like work... she gets sad then... and she gets mad when I ask for stuff..."</font> -- Amma & Keisha's Apartment

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Date Posted: 07:07:10 03/28/03 Fri
Author: keisha
Subject: She shrugs, pursing her lips as she fiddles with his shirt absently, feeling like she was betraying her mother a little "She don't like work... she gets sad then... and she gets mad when I ask for stuff..."
In reply to: Ben 's message, " ..The Next Morning.." on 05:42:51 03/28/03 Fri

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He nodded a little bit, ruffling her hair playfully. He cut a bit of omlette off with the side of his fork and then looked back at the little girl. "You want some?" (NT) -- Ben, 07:11:25 03/28/03 Fri