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Subject: >(-Runs away screaming- WILL IT NEVER END?!?!)(Hehehehe...dun't ask!)<


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Angelo Rossano
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Date Posted: 14:49:27 08/19/01 Sun
In reply to: Lady Avalon Riccolea O'Shea 's message, "lol" on 14:41:22 08/13/01 Mon

> Chuckle rumbling withen his chest, he pulls his legs up and rises to a standing position 'pon the branch. <


"Non abbiamo mai infastidito con la pianificazione dei nostri trucchi. I venditori ambulanti hanno diretto sempre per fare qualcosa o l'altro che darebbe ci una idea per un."

(Translation:"We never bothered with planning our pranks. The peddlers always managed to do something or other that would give us an idea for one.")



> Pausing only a second to get his bearings, the young man then hops from his place in the tree to the ground below with surprising agility. Glancing up to the woman still in the tree a grin crosses his lips. <


"Aye... Le madri possono frustrare piuttosto a volte. Come i padri di lattina, nonostante, anche.

(Translation:"Aye... Mothers can be rather frustrating at times. As can fathers, though, also.")



> Speaking more to himself now as he speaks the latter of his words, he stuffs hands into trouser pockets and hops onto the low wall, idly walking the length of it. <


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