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Alone
Dec 31, 2005 12:37:52 GMT -5
Post by damien on Dec 31, 2005 12:37:52 GMT -5
He started to swing a bit. "Nope. I'll go later."
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Alone
Dec 31, 2005 21:16:39 GMT -5
Post by anneliese on Dec 31, 2005 21:16:39 GMT -5
"Oh...have you ever thought of being head boy one day?"she asked.
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Alone
Dec 31, 2005 23:37:50 GMT -5
Post by damien on Dec 31, 2005 23:37:50 GMT -5
"Yea. But its not really big deal." he said, his hair nearly soaked.
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Alone
Jan 1, 2006 0:45:20 GMT -5
Post by anneliese on Jan 1, 2006 0:45:20 GMT -5
Anneliese hold her hand on her hand to cover herself, even though it wasn't going to do anything. "This is the first time I'm soaked like this,"she said, pulling her jeans up.
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Alone
Jan 1, 2006 0:54:51 GMT -5
Post by damien on Jan 1, 2006 0:54:51 GMT -5
"Damn, its nearly pouring." he said. " Here you want my jacket, its nearly waterproof." he said taking off his jacket and handing it to her. He was left with a white t shirt and black jeans.
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Alone
Jan 1, 2006 7:51:37 GMT -5
Post by anneliese on Jan 1, 2006 7:51:37 GMT -5
"Uh..thanks...."she replied, half-heartedly, since the guy would be more soaked, "Don't you mind?"
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Alone
Jan 1, 2006 16:33:17 GMT -5
Post by damien on Jan 1, 2006 16:33:17 GMT -5
"Nope." he said sitting back on the swing. "Doesn't bother me."
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Alone
Jan 2, 2006 5:46:44 GMT -5
Post by anneliese on Jan 2, 2006 5:46:44 GMT -5
"Oh well..."she said as she got out of the swing. She let go of her hair and shook it.
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Alone
Jan 2, 2006 13:44:12 GMT -5
Post by damien on Jan 2, 2006 13:44:12 GMT -5
He watched her. Then pushed his wet hair back out of his eyes. Shes pretty. He though to himself.
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Alone
Jan 4, 2006 4:51:16 GMT -5
Post by anneliese on Jan 4, 2006 4:51:16 GMT -5
"I love the rain..."she said happily.
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Alone
Jan 4, 2006 12:48:05 GMT -5
Post by damien on Jan 4, 2006 12:48:05 GMT -5
Damien smiled and pushed back his hair again. "Me too." He felt bored as the rain fell, he stood up on the swing, wrapping his arms around the chains that held the seat. By this time his white tshirt was clinging to him, but Damien didn't mind.
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