<font color=white> *] He sighs, knowing that it wouldn't matter what he said she wasn't going to tell him whatever it was. Places one hand on her arm and softly kisses her cheek. [* "Happy birthday Deni." *] His voice is low, accent very apparant. He looks at her one last time before leaving the room, he stopped long enough to put on his shirt and shoes and then he left, closing the door behind him very quietly. [* </font> -- Isis's Apt.

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Date Posted: 22:45:17 03/09/02 Sat
Author: Addison
Subject: *] He sighs, knowing that it wouldn't matter what he said she wasn't going to tell him whatever it was. Places one hand on her arm and softly kisses her cheek. [* "Happy birthday Deni." *] His voice is low, accent very apparant. He looks at her one last time before leaving the room, he stopped long enough to put on his shirt and shoes and then he left, closing the door behind him very quietly. [*
In reply to: Addison 's message, " *] Tongue enters her mouth to taste her more therowly. Left hand slides down her back to rest on her butt, right hand threds through her hair. [* " on 21:30:48 03/09/02 Sat

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<:> doesn't cry.. she was determined not to.. she takes deep breath and dresses, finding her pointe shoes, clearing a spot on the floor in the living room to dance.. starting a slow, sad peace to Canon.. her brother had had a knack for the arts, he had been creative, yet never had a chance to shine.. These were the times when she could drift in and out of an old dream.. continues to dance, pondering over the fact on whether or not to go into the city or not.. She needed to vent on something or someone..<:> (NT) -- Deni, 22:50:05 03/09/02 Sat