<font color=steelblue>(He laughed.) If you kept forcing me to eat that healthy crap I might make it.. (He liked the feel of her hands on his skin, and no one had ever been able to make him feel like she did. Every moment of his life when he wasn't with her he thought about her. His lips brushed over her collarbone and he sighed contentedly.)</font> -- .: Chris & Dani's Apartment :.

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Date Posted: 22:40:25 10/26/05 Wed
Author: Chris
Subject: (He laughed.) If you kept forcing me to eat that healthy crap I might make it.. (He liked the feel of her hands on his skin, and no one had ever been able to make him feel like she did. Every moment of his life when he wasn't with her he thought about her. His lips brushed over her collarbone and he sighed contentedly.)
In reply to: Danielle 's message, "
My brain's repeating
"If you've got an impulse, let it out"
But they never make it past my mouth
" on 19:57:44 10/25/05 Tue

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"You're just giving me further motivation to keep making you eat healthy, Chris, you know that?" She pointed out and then shifted to pull her long-sleeved tee over her head - more comfortable there with him in just the light pale yellow camisole. "Thank you..." She couldn't remember if she said it or not, but it meant a lot to her that he would go through all the trouble of rebuilding her car - even after it had tried to kill him. (NT) -- Dani, 22:47:47 10/26/05 Wed