I'm just curious how old she is exactly... -- Death Valley

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Date Posted: 19:42:48 04/18/03 Fri
Author: Megan
Subject: I'm just curious how old she is exactly...
In reply to: Roxy 's message, "Ladies and Gentlemen, it is my pleasure to present......" on 01:06:36 04/17/03 Thu

I have someone who would post but I'm afraid to say he's too high n' mighty to talk to her if she's just a foal.

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[> I'll post!! *Squeals* -- Zamnor and Player, 20:03:19 04/18/03 Fri [1]

I had read your post earlier and meant to post, but unfortunately I didn't get around to it. Darlin', your post is WILD! It's AMAZING! It captures the spirit of the movie completely!

And... just for the heck of it I'll add... I loved that movie soooooooooooooooooo much!!!!!

Whew. Well then, let's scoot this bucker into the open.

The shinning lights of neither Chicago nor Broadway lit up this poor lad, but a special light of his own lit up everyone else. Like two spotlights centering upon the beauty of the stage, his optics, resplendent and keen, locked onto the young femme; her grand entrance was not lost upon him.

Soft steps carries the youth forward as he smiles, his gaze never leaving the filly's face as he performs a bow. When he returns his dial to its proper place above, he welcomes warmly as he thought a prince ought to.

"Greetings. My name's Zamnor, what's yours?"

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