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Post by Dakota on Apr 14, 2008 21:00:02 GMT -5
He grunted and leaned back in his cahir, sinking down until the back of his head rested on the low back of the chair. He closed his eyes, his hands resting clutched to his legs under the table. He looked back up and annabel and smirked, getting out his phone and turning it on, receiving a barrage of texts almost immediately. He scanned through them and saw the numerous texts his father sent, beginning from the ones stating his location, to the ones asking him where he was. He slipped his phone back in his pocket without uttering a word or responding to any of the texts. he sat with his eyebrows fixed straight at the edge of the table and the perspiraion pooling at the bottom of his drink.
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Post by bree fisher on Apr 19, 2008 19:44:58 GMT -5
She leaned forward, almost too fast, smiling apologetically when he smiled. She pushed a little bit of hair out of his eyes gently. Sorry. I forget how much of a bitch I am sometimes.
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Post by Dakota on Apr 20, 2008 20:33:30 GMT -5
He raised his brows, looking at her with his lips still pursed and his eyes fixed directly on hers. He sighed, parting his lips and shrugged.
[Girls.]
He murmurred under his breath after she said that. He drew a picture on the table with the water from the drink, morphing it into a small volcom stone. He looked back up at her, still sitting quietly.
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