<font color=deeppink>*She smiled as she watched him, happily trying food she hadn't cooked herself and wasn't in a pre=packaged container. She nodded, taking a sip of her juice.* I can definitely respect that. *She said after a moment, she had spent her whole life chasing dreams, and when someone caught theirs she was always behind them.* Where did you learn to cook? *She laughed a little* I might have to chain you up somewhere.. do you clean too? </font> -- :-: Allessandra's Place :-:

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Date Posted: 23:47:19 10/13/05 Thu
Author: Andi
Subject: *She smiled as she watched him, happily trying food she hadn't cooked herself and wasn't in a pre=packaged container. She nodded, taking a sip of her juice.* I can definitely respect that. *She said after a moment, she had spent her whole life chasing dreams, and when someone caught theirs she was always behind them.* Where did you learn to cook? *She laughed a little* I might have to chain you up somewhere.. do you clean too?
In reply to: Andi 's message, "(Humming to herself, Andi walks up the street in front of her building, having had to leave her car almost a block and a half down. Rolling her eyes goodnaturedly, she decides there must be a party going, because the music down the road was obnoxious and there were a lot of college kids in this area. Stopping for a moment, she uses her knee to balance one of the bags in her arms so she can adjust her keys to get in the front door.*" on 23:38:58 10/11/05 Tue

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"Oh, no. Cleaning is not my forte. I actually couldn't tell you what color the carpet is in my place." He shrugged, his brow furrowed. "My dad taught me how to cook, actually, and I am pretty sure my mom taught him but he won't admit to it." He smirked, absently tapping his foot to the beat in his head - which was currently some hit from the clash...london calling...was that the name of the song? - as he ate his food. There was always some music going through his head, sometimes things he wrote or he wanted to write but more often then not it was some band that he looked up to. (NT) -- Deryk, 23:49:33 10/13/05 Thu