He smirked a little at her questions and nodded, slipping his arm under her head so she could curl upto him if she liked at any point. "Yeah... you're a great cook... I never ate as good as I do here... " It was true... even in the foster homes he'd been given very small and poor meals, sometimes none when he;d misbehaved, which seemed , in his memory, to be more often than not. he had acted out a lot and hadn;t appreciated the harsh punishments hel;d recieved for the things that had just always been his way of life, stealing, answering back, sticking up for himself. It's all he;d known growing up. -- Realistic Dreams : The Present : The New Home V.2

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Date Posted: 11:50:56 04/28/05 Thu
Author: Rio
Subject: He smirked a little at her questions and nodded, slipping his arm under her head so she could curl upto him if she liked at any point. "Yeah... you're a great cook... I never ate as good as I do here... " It was true... even in the foster homes he'd been given very small and poor meals, sometimes none when he;d misbehaved, which seemed , in his memory, to be more often than not. he had acted out a lot and hadn;t appreciated the harsh punishments hel;d recieved for the things that had just always been his way of life, stealing, answering back, sticking up for himself. It's all he;d known growing up.
In reply to: Jackie 's message, " It's a mixed up, messed up, muddled up world " on 10:30:22 04/27/05 Wed

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She smiled gently as she lifted her head to let his arm slide beneath, offering her a much more comforting pillow then her own palm had. A bitter sweet expression played across her pretty, young face as she kept on her side so she was facing him - her blue eyes on his much darker ones. "My mom taught me how to cook since I was old enough to walk, I would always help in the kitchen, doing little things like breading the meat or stirring the vegetables, but I always watched what she did so that someday I'd be able to cook for her..." She shrugged a touch, her eyes wistful and a touch sad. (NT) -- Jackie, 11:56:43 04/28/05 Thu

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