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Date Posted: 21:08:48 08/11/05 Thu
Author: Lilah
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Hands down
This is the best day I can ever remember

Sometimes, she still felt like such a little kid, she could hardly believe that she was moving out and into her very own apartment - with a boy, nonetheless, and Josiah of all people. It all seemed too good to be true, but she was so excited. Her daddy was a bit apprehensive about it still because the last thing he wanted to admit was that his little girl was grown up, but he was supporting her anyway, but had refused to be present or help with the moving - so they were at it today, while he was at work. Darius had been helping her move the big things for most of the afternoon and had headed off with one more truckload to deliver while she stuck around here to finish up boxing her clothing and little knickknacks and such. She thought Siah was supposed to be coming by sometime to help her, but she wasn't sure - he had to finish with his things as well - so she intended to just keep at it until she was done. It was kind of surprising how much stuff she actually owned - she had been counting on maybe one load, but D was on his second trip, and she still had her closet to empty and whatnot. It was hot out though, and she was losing focus, so she stood quietly in her room for a moment, and then ducked out into the kitchen to find something cool to drink while she took a well-deserved break. She wore only a thin white tank top and soft pink hotpants, and her dark hair was tied back into a high ponytail, but stray strands still stuck to her damp forehead and the back of her neck - this hot and humid summer weather was not ideal moving conditions...

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