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Date Posted: Sat, Oct 08 2005, 1:08am PDT
Author: Cash
Subject: He sighed softly, getting into the low car - compared to his hummer - would be easier he supposed. "How...neat." He stated in response to the efficiant car before he looked to her, slowly standing up and then sliding into the car. He left the stuff for her to put in - usually, really, he was much more socialable and polite and to be honest his mama would smack him across the face if she could see him behaving like this towards a girl but hey...he could beg off the punishment since he couldn't get hit in the head at least...
In reply to: Cash Grayson 's message, "
It's the blood of a champion, pumpin...
Deep inside my veins, too much pride to be runnin'
I'mma get all I can and even more if I can
"
on Fri, Oct 07 2005, 10:19pm PDT


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  • "Yeah. Thanks." She responded just as tartly, but lingered there until he was in and settled, then closed the door for him and took a deep breath while she loaded his things into her car. He was being awfully cold, but she reminded herself that this was part of the job - dealing with the mental aspects of adjusting to or overcoming injury or poor health. By the time she slid into the driver's seat, a hint of a smile had returned to her features and she felt ready to give this a shot. She was a determined girl. (NT) -- Aubree, Sat, Oct 08 2005, 1:13am PDT

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