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Date Posted: 09:09:28 11/20/04 Sat
Author: Madison
Subject: That man who makes you who you want to be

December twenty-fifth was fast approaching and she truly was in one of the best moods she had been in in a while - not that she had been grumpy lately or anything, but she was just exceptionally happy tonight. For one, she had spent all evening with baby Jordan and Stacie shopping for gifts, and for two, it was Friday and she was off the hook for all responsibilities until sometime Saturday afternoon when she was scheduled to meet some classmates at the library to finish up a presentation. She loved the mall at Christmastime. While most griped about how busy it got and how impossible it was to even move through the crowds of people, she just loved it all. She didn't care if she had to wait for twenty minutes to pay for something, or couldn't get help from a salesperson for much longer than it really should take. She was just more than happy to look around and enjoy the sights, and smells, and sounds of the greatest time of the year. Today had been her favorite type of day too - clear blue sky, but a crisp wintery bite to the air that reminded her that it was no longer summer. Thanks to all of that, a bright smile lit her features as she stood in the hallway of his apartment building, waiting for him to answer the door - nothing had gone wrong yet this day and so there was no way that he wouldn't be home, though she supposed she really needed to start calling him before she just popped over. Charcoal tweed slacks fit to her hips and beneath her grey peacoat was a rich violet sweater tight to her torso - the neckline falling into a deep V that gave a tantalizing taste of her ample chest without looking the slightest bit trashy of course, and the apples of her cheeks were flushed a rosey red color that nearly matched the auburn of her loose ringlets. She easily looked far more than her nearly seventeen years of age....

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