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Date Posted: 09:57:13 07/23/03 Wed
Author: pyro
Subject: feel the flames

The boy shuffled into the recreation room, russet locks in disarray on the top of his head. It was late-John couldn�t be sure the exact time. Plopping down on the abandoned couch, he grabbed the remote, glad for Pietro�s absence. That dude was annoying. The burly boy sprawled across the couch; thick dactyls idly clicking the remote. As a yawn threatened to erupt from his stubborn mouth, he sat up, inclining toward the fuzzy monitor, eyes squinting to try to take in the scrambled scene. Finally throwing down the controller in exasperation, John stood up restlessly, starting off to the kitchen. John attempted to straighten his tousled garments, but gave the task up for useless after a moment. John ambled slowly to the refrigerator, grasping the handle on the ivory hued box, he pulled it open. He brought up a hand to shield his now dark accustomed eyes from the bright light spilling out of the box. Grabbing a coke and a box of chocolates, he made his way back to the living room, perching himself on the arm of the couch. and began popping the chocolates into his mouth. Oh, �eye Shadow. He muttered, his voice a muffled sound around the chocolate.

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