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Date Posted: 22:49:20 01/12/02 Sat
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Fowler
's message, "·Independent·" on 22:04:30 01/12/02 Sat
. • solemn gaze shifted lightly, listening upon the sounds of the cafe lazily, peering absently towards her book which lain unfinished within her grasp, before placing it equally aside and sipping the last solitary droplet of warmth from the cup.
. • the words of the woman were more likely true than most, as she giggled gently to Fowler. the men that resided in the small, yet booming, Jackson Hole, Wyoming were rather lookers than anything else. mind had then drifted shiftily to other things before like snapping with a hoarse responce..*Lets hope you dont meet my brother at any point or time..Gawd, I dont know what I'd do then..* she says in a half mannerily joke, curtiously talking of the 21 year old male, nearly 22. she continued..*We visited Miami before, yet Gramps didnt like it much..He was always grumbling about it 'havin too many people' and 'bein too loud'..* she remarks with a gently rolling chuckle..*But thats my grandad for you..Likes the solitude our ranch gives him..* she says, softly trailing her words as her thoughts roamed, eyes darting towards the glimmering outside world, from their window side booth..
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