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Date Posted: 12:36:57 05/18/06 Thu
Author: Alysia
Subject: She smirked and pressed a kiss to his arm, letting her dark eyes glance up to his lovingly before she glanced back down at the food "Mm... shes terrible... so bad for me..." It was hard to believe that Malia had once been the straight laced good girl who always got A's and was at the top of her class for everything while Aly was playing house with a man 10 years her senior, getting expelled from her private catholic school and partying like nothing else. She had grown up a lot. "Yeah pretty busy... I'm tired out... it was a good day though. How about you?" She glanced up at him again, smiling softly. She was glad the sickness had finished- that had gone after about her second month.
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  • "You know my dad, everyday is a busy day at the office." Marco was known for working very hard at work so he could leave work things at the office and come home to his family, whom he loved very much. Even as a young greenhorn, he had always made it his purpose to get as much done as possible to get home in time to spend the evening with his wife and their son, and after a short time, his own son with her. He smiled and slid the green pepper into the bubbling pot of sauce and turned around to press a kiss to her forehead, dropping a hand almost unconciously to brush across her "bump". (NT) -- Charlie, 13:03:48 05/18/06 Thu

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