<font color=pink>She felt pretty bad that she wasn't going along with his wishes and that it was her fault he was moping around- but she was feeling far too ill to be too sympathetic. She had her finals next week and been practicing for hours- which didn't help her constant feeling of nausia and her dizzyness- which she had put down to a tummy bug. She wandered in with a pair of black school training pants and a tight fitting hoody over her toned and slender frame, her blonde hair still pinned up into a knot from practice, unlased trainers on her feet. She dropped her backpack onto the floor inside the door and ran a hand over her face. She looked possitively grey and had been sent home early- being told to go catch up on sleep. She had reluctantly obayed- Aly was a perfectionist- especially when it came to her dancing- and with finals next week she was working herself into the ground.</font> -- Kaeten's Apartment

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Date Posted: 12:05:18 04/18/06 Tue
Author: ALysia
Subject: She felt pretty bad that she wasn't going along with his wishes and that it was her fault he was moping around- but she was feeling far too ill to be too sympathetic. She had her finals next week and been practicing for hours- which didn't help her constant feeling of nausia and her dizzyness- which she had put down to a tummy bug. She wandered in with a pair of black school training pants and a tight fitting hoody over her toned and slender frame, her blonde hair still pinned up into a knot from practice, unlased trainers on her feet. She dropped her backpack onto the floor inside the door and ran a hand over her face. She looked possitively grey and had been sent home early- being told to go catch up on sleep. She had reluctantly obayed- Aly was a perfectionist- especially when it came to her dancing- and with finals next week she was working herself into the ground.
In reply to: Charlie 's message, "I don't know how, I don't know why, I don't know where, but your love can make these things better.." on 11:56:16 04/18/06 Tue

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He felt bad, and guilty, the second he saw her face, and frowned a bit, ushering Hugo and Desi off of the couch, patting the spot beside him. "Honey, you're home early... what's wrong?" He finally rose, going to her in the doorway. He may have been disappointed, but that certainly didn't mean he wasn't still concerned. Placing a hand on each shoulder, he took a look into her eyes. "You don't look good, baby.." He reached up to touch her forehead, as if to check her temperature, his lips pursed with concern, like a brooding mother hen over her chick. (NT) -- Charlie, 12:07:21 04/18/06 Tue