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Date Posted: 23:25:26 04/12/03 Sat
Author: .owen.
Subject: .ugh.horse.ugh.
In reply to: Erica 's message, ".aww.." on 21:28:42 04/12/03 Sat

So then, it was mutual, I suppose; Erica needed Owen just as much as Owen needed Erica. It pretty much went like this for Owen; if there was no Erica, there was no life. It sort of seemed like a suicidal thing to think and Owen didn't mean he'd kill himself if she left him, or died, or some horrible thing like that -- he just meant that life in general would be a much more horrible thing if Erica wasn't by his side. At Erica's words, Owen pulled his fingers to her face, trailing them softly over ever square inch, trying to map her features out in his memory...In case anything, ever, happened. Finally, Owen's fingers ended their mapping journey by pulling stray strands of pale-pigmented hair 'hind Erica's ears. In case anything, ever, happened. Grinning lopsidedly now, Owen nodded softly in agreeance, "I wish you could -- somehow, know the extent of what I feel for you... I also wish you knew how much my gut tightens when you say stuff like that to me." Owen watched her calmly for a minute; his brown eyes focused intently 'pon her own until the concentration was lost with a louder-then-loud snort given by the damned horse who really seemed to want Erica's attention. Owen almost felt like telling the horse to go eat a wad of dried grass, and leave them the hell alone. Damned horse, Owen almost murmured 'neath his breath -- before he caught himself and held his toungue.

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my horsie rules. -- Erica, 23:46:41 04/12/03 Sat
- .you.rule.not.the.horse. -- .owen., 20:08:51 04/13/03 Sun
  - 150% of the time.. -- Erica, 03:23:18 04/14/03 Mon
    - .nothing.to.say. -- .owen., 04:15:46 04/14/03 Mon
      - change of subject -- Erica, 04:37:27 04/14/03 Mon