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Date Posted: 06:19:33 05/03/05 Tue
Author: Ethan
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This new diet's liquid, and dulling to the senses
And it's crude, but it will do

For a man who had at one time nearly ruled the world of important people and extravagent events, the past few months had been a little rocky as he struggled to re-establish his once stellar reputation. Rumors had flown following his breakdown, but nothing had been provable and talk had eventually quieted long enough to give him a chance to heal mentally and physically before returning to his place in the spotlight. Xavier had been relieved to hear that his successor was back in fine form and ready to resume his training, and so Ethan had been busy travelling from one fashion capital of the world to the next - New York, Tokyo, Milan... A few days here, a few days there, a few days back at home. Xavier was anxious to retire and wanted Ethan to be fully prepared to take over complete control of the prestigious modelling agency. The travelling was done for now for a bit and he was, thankfully, back home for a chance to relax a little. His lovely little Emily was out and about somewhere - probably fussing over those beasts of hers - and so he had headed out here for a nice long run, but had lost enthusiasm long before even reaching the park. Instead, he was now strolling slowly down the path towards the playground, hands shoved in the pockets of his black sweats, a zip-up hoodie loose to his torso, dark shaggy hair a little fuzzy and unstyled...

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