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Date Posted: 22:18:50 06/05/03 Thu
Author: Maleah
Subject: oi
In reply to: psyche 's message, "[ icantfuckingbelieveiamdoingthis ]" on 19:41:00 05/28/03 Wed

The starkly achromatic mare only rolled her heliotrope eyes in response to this question. How monotonous it was, she barely brought herself to think of it while at the same time feeling incredibly naucious. Her wispy, paled tail lies still for the instant moment, and her attentions towards her dearest nephew are stowed in the back seat of her mind for the moment. She took a deep breath, quelling the fervor of her frustration. Her words had a cool edge to them, nonchalant almost. "If you decided to hang around a bit longer than you did you'd know," She told her sister, and her own mind burned with unanswered questions. Where have you been? Why are you back? What do you WANT?

She sighed audibly, though she was quite content to contain the palpable tension that hung in the air in a trance-like manner. She hoped a frost-bitten atmosphere would bidden the unwelcome likes of her dearest (traitorous) sister farwell before it was time for afternoon tea. However, she knew she was not so lucky. She raised a psuedo-brow and responded a touch more amiably. "No. They're just... gone," She whispered, and she found herself finding strong distaste in the rampant disappearance. How could her parents just leave? She had never truely forgiven them, though her upset had just been buried beneath a happy, smiling face that had now rotted to show the turmoil beneath the mask.

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