Autumn smirked a touch and tossed him a sideward glance "yeah we do... but its okay... we have fun with it sometimes." They used to more when they were very little- Autumn had grown an inch or two taller than Summer though as they'd grown up. "At least you weren;t calling me August..." She mused, smirking a little to herself before explaining "Bad date." -- RD Future: Downtown

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Date Posted: Thu, Aug 17 2006, 11:13am PDT
Author: Autumn
Subject: Autumn smirked a touch and tossed him a sideward glance "yeah we do... but its okay... we have fun with it sometimes." They used to more when they were very little- Autumn had grown an inch or two taller than Summer though as they'd grown up. "At least you weren;t calling me August..." She mused, smirking a little to herself before explaining "Bad date."
In reply to: Autumn 's message, "Sapphires and Faded Jeans" on Wed, Aug 16 2006, 3:41pm PDT

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He raised a brow at that, a small smile tipping his lips. "I'm sorry to hear that...bad dates are never very much fun, nor good for the ego." He smiled a little before he cleared his throat against the cool temperature outside. "So, how are our little nieces and nephews doing?" He questioned, a smile on his face. He had been there when Maliik was born, had been the first person to hold him, had cut his chord and guided him through the first four months of his life and he was definitely attached to the boy. (NT) -- Ty, Thu, Aug 17 2006, 11:19am PDT