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Post by gilmoreren on Jan 28, 2007 9:27:08 GMT -5
playing the piano at such a mind-blowing speed
she sneezed
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Post by Isa on Jan 28, 2007 9:40:40 GMT -5
and coughed, and looked at her reflection in the mirror through watery eyes. Her nose was red and her eyelids were swollen
beyond recognition
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Post by Dominique on Feb 2, 2007 4:18:16 GMT -5
to his ancient eyes, his mind plagued by past
friends of childhood
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Post by Isa on Feb 3, 2007 9:50:41 GMT -5
are always the best. No matter who you meet later on in life, there's always
something special
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Post by Hanna on Feb 5, 2007 14:20:36 GMT -5
about the way they made the coffee here, she couln't really put her finger on it. All she knew was that
the smell
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Post by Isa on Feb 5, 2007 14:48:53 GMT -5
was horrible and seemed to fill the entire room - tears came to his eye as he held his breath and tried to make his way to the
nearest exit
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Post by czarval on Feb 8, 2007 12:07:48 GMT -5
is all the way across the room. How could she avoid seeing him, if she couldn't get away
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Post by Isa on Feb 8, 2007 13:54:31 GMT -5
from it all, leave the children behind, send a goodbye note to her parents so they wouldn't worry... but deep down she knew she would never do it. So she picked up her apron and started
sifting flour
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Post by Dominique on Feb 26, 2007 4:23:06 GMT -5
through your fingers all over my floor is a very naughty thing to do Johnny, wait till your father
gets home
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Post by Hanna on Feb 26, 2007 4:41:33 GMT -5
and starts making dinner for
the kids
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Post by Isa on Feb 26, 2007 9:00:20 GMT -5
started running after him, throwing rocks and chanting names. As he was running with tears in his eyes
he thought
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Post by Dominique on Mar 1, 2007 7:07:20 GMT -5
of rio, and the hot sun on his back as he lay on the deck in the afternoons
he missed
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Post by Isa on Mar 2, 2007 17:14:35 GMT -5
hearing her snore! To think that he had almost ditched her after that first night because he couldn't help thinking about how unsexy it was, and now it was the thing he missed
the most
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Post by Kristie on Mar 4, 2007 14:11:16 GMT -5
wonderful time of the year is Christmas, or so says
the song
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Post by Isa on Mar 4, 2007 16:45:26 GMT -5
that kept playing that summer, and she wished she
could forget
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