<font color=gold>*Seeing him so tired tugged guilt from her, a hard emotion for her to stomach. He'd been so good to her, been there for her- if he got sick she'd feel horrible. Drawing up her knees, she rocks in the chair.*</font> -- :-: Karisma's Pad :-:

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Date Posted: 01:46:55 10/21/01 Sun
Author: Kari
Subject: *Seeing him so tired tugged guilt from her, a hard emotion for her to stomach. He'd been so good to her, been there for her- if he got sick she'd feel horrible. Drawing up her knees, she rocks in the chair.*
In reply to: Kari 's message, "*It was near to a week later that she found herself pacing the floor of the living room among the many zebra printed belongings she'd collected, an inhaler in one hand, a cell phone in her right. She was sick of being couped up when she wasnt sick anymore. Sure she coughed like she was dying- but she wasnt sick. Looking around, she drops the phone onto the couch and runs her fingers through her waist length dark hair, calculating and exotic features contracting as she coughs harshly, rolling her eyes and using the inhaler. The soft yellow fuzzy dorm pants and black sports bra a common look now.*" on 23:45:30 10/20/01 Sat

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:: the rest was well needed, he'd been stressed the past few days, and it was wearing on him :: (NT) -- B, 01:51:55 10/21/01 Sun