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Date Posted: 12:06:29 03/05/07 Mon
Author: Sav
Subject: Only every other memory
In reply to: Whitney 's message, "Dark blue" on 11:53:25 03/05/07 Mon

He nodded a little bit at the thing about the snack, they would have to do that ASAP. Picking up the tree again, he waited until it was firmly in the ground before kneeling down to start burying it and all that. "No, next year. Luke, Chelle, me and I take it you are all in the same grade." He looked over to her, raising a brow. "I wasn't held back or anything, I just look older than I am, I think. Blessing and a curse. People think I am older which is good for smokes or beer or something but then...they also think I am dumb...cuz I am junior in highschool." He smirked lightly before he stood up, brushing his hands off on his jeans before he leaned down to help her up. He grinned, shaking his head as he looked her over. "I bet you clean up nice...but you look kinda cute dirty as a baby pig." He shrugged a little, winking at her - traces of his confidence going in and out of their conversation that day - before he turned and looked towards the picnic area. "Can we scavenge for a snack now?" His low voice was hopeful and so were those brillant blue eyes as he swung them back over to look at her once more.

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