<font color=maroon>(o)His eyes moved to where the gueard stood watchign them throught the window and he glared at him. The guards were his problem. He didn't like to be bossed around and there had been some fights. HE actually had bruised ribs from being hit with a billy club for disobeying direct orders.(o)"If I get outta here..I"ll really try this time..."(o)She was the only one he would ever say that for, and he hoped she realized it.(O)</font> -- Realistic Dreams : The Present : The Jail

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Date Posted: 07:04:39 12/30/04 Thu
Author: O
Subject: (o)His eyes moved to where the gueard stood watchign them throught the window and he glared at him. The guards were his problem. He didn't like to be bossed around and there had been some fights. HE actually had bruised ribs from being hit with a billy club for disobeying direct orders.(o)"If I get outta here..I"ll really try this time..."(o)She was the only one he would ever say that for, and he hoped she realized it.(O)
In reply to: Hallie 's message, "Twisted" on 21:09:56 12/29/04 Wed

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She nodded quietly, before standing up and pulling her chair closer and sitting back down. �Promise no more lying?� But he really didn�t have to answer. She already believe that he wanted to do better. She reached out to take his hand, as much as she promised herself not to do this she couldn�t help it. She really did believe he was going to improve. �When do you go to court?� She�d be there of course. He just hoped he wouldn�t be in here long, but she wasn�t sure what his chances were really. She had no clue about this kind of stuff. She made a mental note to do some reading about it. Maybe she�d stop by the library on her way home. (NT) -- Hal, 07:17:35 12/30/04 Thu