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Date Posted: 12:01:17 05/18/06 Thu
Author: Alysia
Subject: ...

Life had been tough this last three months- for her anyway- she didn;t let on to Charlie or their parents or even Malia just how hard it was for her to wake up everyday without crying- but she'd done it... and it got a little easier every day. She hadn;t put on much weight at all, though over the past few weeks a slight little bump had begun to form in her stomach. She had been throwing herself into the performance arts festival they were holding - they had employed her as creative assistant and assistant choreographer, and she'd been working hard with dancers from 5-15 from her old dance school putting performances of various diciplines of dance together and getting everything ready for the festival week- which was coming up in just two weeks. She was to hold workshops for the public in the day times and then help out in the evenings with the performances. it was helping to take her mind off thigs- but she wished she could be dancing instead of telling everyone else how to dance. She'd promised her mother and Charlie that after the festival she would slow down and take things easy, stop training and take a break till the baby was born... but she was afraid that if she did that she would start getting all tearful and depressed about having the baby again. She let out a sigh as she let the dogs into the apartment- having taken them for a walk on the beach after she got home from work. it was a nice day out and the sun was strong, so she just wore a pair of short jean shorts witht he waist folded down away from her slight bump and a loose , long gypsy shirt, her blonde curls left loose, looking a little windswept from the breeze on the ocean front.

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