<font color=steelblue> He couldn't help a small smile as he discarded the pile of mail, and makes a small face. "It's been good.." He looked her from head to toe, her disheveled appearance. "So what's the verdict of this peeing on sticks?"</font> -- sasha's place

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Date Posted: 15:23:07 02/10/02 Sun
Author: Isaiah
Subject: He couldn't help a small smile as he discarded the pile of mail, and makes a small face. "It's been good.." He looked her from head to toe, her disheveled appearance. "So what's the verdict of this peeing on sticks?"
In reply to: Sasha 's message, "- Brow furrowed delicately she throws the sixth test away... six... it couldn't possibly be wrong from six... She turns he cold tap on and lets it run of her her wrists and hands, before splashing her face, she needed to calm down. So sure, they'd planned it... but now it was real... it somehow didn't seem like such a great idea... she was tweny two, she couldn't handle a baby... babies were too much...far to much... she wrings her hands before drying her face, pacing lightly...hands raking back her dark hair -" on 14:20:14 02/10/02 Sun

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- She scowls and moves through to the kitchen, grabbing a bottle of water - positive (NT) -- Sasha, 15:42:23 02/10/02 Sun

(NT) -- :, 15:55:42 02/10/02 Sun