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Date Posted: 09:53:54 09/25/06 Mon
Author: Bianca
Subject: No matter where my reckless soul takes me, baby, you save me
In reply to: Gavin 's message, "
I couldn't get a grip on my new found itch
So I ended up all alone
I remember where I was when I got my first buzz
See I thought I was living the life
" on 09:01:27 09/25/06 Mon

She, on the other hand, had lost a couple pounds since he had been gone. It was nothing that would be drastic for normal people but for a recovering anorexic it had created a panic within her nutritionists and therapist but she had told them it was no big deal, she was just not as hungry as she should be due to stress but they still had put her back on a strict eating schedule and made her write down everything she ate and at one time. She hated doing shit like this. She was stretched out on her stomach, her pencil stuck between her teeth as she looked over the fashion magazine on the floor. She'd just been writing little notes on what other people were doing with themselves, just to give herself ideas on what she could change in her appearance. She heard the knock on the door but figured it was just Emily so called a come in to her even as her own eyes moved to the growing bluetick puppy who was sprawled out next to her, looking at her like 'you-don't-think-i-am-going-to-move-do-you' which made her roll her eyes. "Some watch dog you are."

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He closed his eyes at the sound of her voice - like until he heard the confirmation he hadn't actually expected her to be there - and inhaled a slow breath before reaching out to turn the handle. He was feeling a little apprehensive - but paused a moment to appreciate the fact that at least he was feeling something - and still couldn't help but smile a little at the familiarity of her apartment. It even smelled like Bianca. Clearing his throat softly, he dropped his bag and then carefully set his guitar down leaning against the wall before calling out to her in a low, soft voice, shoving his hands in to the pocket of his jeans, and venturing in to find her. "You should really keep that door locked..." (NT) -- Gavin, 10:00:06 09/25/06 Mon