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Subject: . � � � r e q u i r e d � � � .

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. �madison� .

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Date Posted: 16:53:05 01/20/02 Sun
In reply to: Fowler 's message, "�Independent�" on 18:14:49 01/16/02 Wed

. � hesitant steps were taken, attenuate fetale lightly traipsing along the cafe's inside, as arms were stuffed within her thick rugged blue jean jacket. warmth encircled her roughly, as she swiftly wrapped a scarf about her neck and headed off, thoughts roaming the puzzled mind, as silence seemed to take foward.

. � boots roamed the cracked sidewalk softly, the gentle rythmic sound renouncing her step, as she then and finally spoke.* Im not really sure of what to say about Jordan.* she voices disceretly, as she attempted to describe something which could scarecely be taken for words.* He..He's just is a ruffian. He has something that most girls just dont understand and deep down I dont think he even understands it. Yet theres some good in him and...I dunno..* she said, quiet, sweet voice roaming the glossed doll like lips as she let a sigh exscape. her facial expressions were accurate to whatever she was feeling inside, as she attempted to describe him as her brow scrunched together in thought.

. � she then turned the cluttered mind to the question which had been spoiken from Fowler, as she then let a smile come to her lips..*Well..My grandad thinks Im here for a degree in Argiculture. My dad thinks Im here for a degree in Architecture. But Im really here to work on my Dancing career. Theatre Arts and dancing..* she says with a bold pride within the glimmering grey visuals as she posed a grin towards Fowler..*How about you?*

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Subject	Author	Date
�Independent�	Fowler	18:52:24 01/25/02 Fri
. � � � r e q u i r e d � � � . -- . �madison�., 22:30:32 01/25/02 Fri �Independent� -- Fowler, 11:14:06 01/26/02 Sat