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hope
Jan 27, 2004 19:13:12 GMT -5
Post by Stoic Soul on Jan 27, 2004 19:13:12 GMT -5
:chases after her: Thats my poem, I havent even made a copy yet!
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hope
Jan 27, 2004 20:22:20 GMT -5
Post by Cherise on Jan 27, 2004 20:22:20 GMT -5
- eats it. -
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hope
Jan 28, 2004 2:47:32 GMT -5
Post by Stoic Soul on Jan 28, 2004 2:47:32 GMT -5
:seesher eatit: why did you do that?
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hope
Jan 28, 2004 7:57:21 GMT -5
Post by Cherise on Jan 28, 2004 7:57:21 GMT -5
- burp - Because I liked the poem.
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hope
Jan 28, 2004 17:58:25 GMT -5
Post by Stoic Soul on Jan 28, 2004 17:58:25 GMT -5
Oh well: turns away, then pulls out a copy he made of the poem that he placed in a secet pocket inside his shirt:
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hope
Jan 28, 2004 18:26:40 GMT -5
Post by Kolava on Jan 28, 2004 18:26:40 GMT -5
I don't think that's going to stop Cherise...
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hope
Jan 28, 2004 20:00:56 GMT -5
Post by Stoic Soul on Jan 28, 2004 20:00:56 GMT -5
Good point Kolava. I better go before she finds out about this copy: grabs the copy and runs off:
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hope
Jan 30, 2004 12:25:35 GMT -5
Post by Cherise on Jan 30, 2004 12:25:35 GMT -5
Come back heeeeeeeere! - chase. cue.. nifty chase music. -
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hope
Jan 30, 2004 17:38:03 GMT -5
Post by Stoic Soul on Jan 30, 2004 17:38:03 GMT -5
:runs around a corner and ducks into an alleyway, hoping she doesnt find him. He sticks the copy under his shirt :
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hope
Jan 30, 2004 18:10:08 GMT -5
Post by Cherise on Jan 30, 2004 18:10:08 GMT -5
- magically flops on top of him, tears his shirt off, steals the poem, and runs. insert maniacal cackle here. -
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