<font color=maroon> This whole talk of surfing had niggled it's spot into her mind and she was distracted now as she twisted her heavy ceramic mug against the formica-topped table, nodding to his statement, and then looking up. "Do you think we could go?" Not as in leaving this place, but as in to the beach.</font> -- RD Present: Downtown

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Date Posted: Mon, Oct 04 2004, 9:31pm PDT
Author: Ace
Subject: This whole talk of surfing had niggled it's spot into her mind and she was distracted now as she twisted her heavy ceramic mug against the formica-topped table, nodding to his statement, and then looking up. "Do you think we could go?" Not as in leaving this place, but as in to the beach.
In reply to: Gabe 's message, " How do you like me now?
Now that I'm on way?
do you still think I'm crazy, standing here today
I couldn't make you love me..." on Fri, Oct 01 2004, 6:31pm PDT

>He made his way in child free - the toddler was
>spending the day with Aunt "my-my" and his cousins. A
>hand raked through his hair, then he dropped it to the
>side - remembering that it was styled and it was a
>mess when it was ruffled. Smiling at the cute girl at
>the counter, he ordered a mocha frappacino with extra
>mocha drizzle on top before he headed towards the
>outside deck, lighting a cigarette and setting down.
>This was his way of relaxing, rarely, maybe once a
>week, he would get a coffee and smoke a cigarette, it
>just relaxed him.

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He nodded, knowing what she was talking about immediatly." Yeah, definately, whenever you wanted too, I am on vacation for this month." -- Gabe, Mon, Oct 04 2004, 9:39pm PDT