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Date Posted: 17:00:28 05/03/03 Sat
Author: Zamnor
Subject: No problem.
In reply to: Roxy 's message, "Ladies and Gentlemen, it is my pleasure to present......" on 01:06:36 04/17/03 Thu

He nods vigorously, his mane splattering along the length of his neck. "All my life! Though, not that long since I'm only three and half." He grins. "There's also Dad and Aunt Maleah, who you'll probably meet later." Calming a bit, the colt cocks his head inquiringly. "Is there anything you want to do?"

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[> WHOO HOO! Computer is back and ALIVE! *grumbles* Viruses.....grrrr.... -- Roxy, 17:59:03 05/08/03 Thu [1]

She shrugged her embellished shoulders with a lack of enthusiasm, humbly ready to let the wiser take the dance solo. He knew more, was more accostomed to this stage and its ways. So until she knew it like the back of her nimble hand; it was best to leave the abrupt decision making to Zamnor.

"Not in peticular. If you want, we could go exporing or something...."

Her voice trailed in a nonchalant drawl, but still audible. Never a voice teacher of hers would here her mumble or scraggle that brilliantly demure voice of hers. In any case, her sleek ruby shoulders rose and fell with her words.

Up to you, babe.

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