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Date Posted: 09:43:22 03/05/07 Mon
Author: Sav
Subject: We are all innocent
In reply to: Whitney 's message, "Suggesting it's best that I slow down" on 09:21:42 03/05/07 Mon

"I stay at Luke's on the weekend generally. Where he goes, I generally go." He shrugged a little as he sat the tree down and waited for her to show him where it went. He noticed that they had to dig a bit so he made sure the sapling wouldn't fall down before he looked up at her. A small smile played on his lips as he saw the dirt on her face. His hand shifted to tug his t-shirt out of his pocket and lifted it. His other hand moved to tip up her chin and he gently brushed the dirt from her face, gazing at her for a moment before he gently brushed his fingers over her skin and then dropped his hand, tugging the t-shirt back into his pocket. With a smile, he dropped down to his knee's and started digging with the little shovel. "How deep does it need to be?" He questioned, his brow raising a touch. "...and no. I don't volunteer much and I don't garden much either, before you ask." He rolled his eyes, focusing on the dirt. "At least planting a tree is more masculine than like....flowers or something. Flowers are not cool. It would ruin my image." He found he could take easier, like his normal, easy going self, when he wasn't looking at her. Looking at her made him think he could talk to her about heavier things that he kept inside and that was a dangers thought to be having.

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