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Subject: ·Independent· Author: Fowler [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] Date Posted: 11:14:06 01/26/02 Sat In reply to: . •madison•. 's message, ". • º ¤ r e q u i r e d ¤ º • ." on 22:30:32 01/25/02 Fri Delicate hand of she rises upwards in a heedless manner, lithe fingers obliviously tucking the stray strands behind her (many times pierced) ear. Her thoughts were elsewhere, somewhere far away from her slightly messy look; probably speculating life. Although the situation of her newly found friend did not surprise her- for many stories of woe did she hear within her hometown- the young woman feels a strong emotion of sympathy for Madison and Jordan. Even though her mother felt women should stay and home and become a servant to their husbands, at least her mother was alive. Still, the small dark side (which everyone has) wishes that her own father would have left her alone, with a nice relative. The expression of the honey-hued belle develops into a look of thoughtful contemplation, as words escape from bow-shaped lips of rose-color'd hue. "I'm sorry..." Two words, only a few soft syllables, but not much else could be said. The slender brunette could not gage the temper of the blonde, and she could not tell if she accepted sympathy or anger'd at the sound of it. "Its great that you're doing your own thing, though. Better to do what you love, than something that everyone else loves for you. I guess we're two independent women." The last statement has a lighter quality about it, the saucy vixen refusing to bog herself down with her family problems. ((Perhaps respond in the class area? Whatcha think?)) [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ]