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Post by Briar Vassler on Sept 14, 2007 18:58:06 GMT
Briar sat down near the Willow, near enough to get it started up but not enough to get hit. "Tonight is your night," She whispered to herself, smiling. For once since the incident, she'd been smiling. Actually smiling. She stuck out her tongue at the willow and threw a stick at it.
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Post by Paul Donnovan on Sept 14, 2007 19:51:31 GMT
Seeing a girl I walk down to her "What did the tree ever do to yot" i ask
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Post by Briar Vassler on Sept 14, 2007 19:53:18 GMT
"Broke my arm on one of the first days I was here," Briar said, shrugging her shoulders. "It hates me, I hate it."
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Post by Paul Donnovan on Sept 14, 2007 20:00:26 GMT
"aww" i say seeing the branch coming my way and wacking me down to the floor 'Oww damn tree" i say arching my back feeling that it hurt "I think it hates every one" i add
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Post by Briar Vassler on Sept 14, 2007 20:10:06 GMT
Briar snickered and stood up, offering him a hand. "It does."
[[G2g; bye.]]
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Post by Paul Donnovan on Sept 14, 2007 20:10:46 GMT
"Thanks" i say taking her hand to get up
ooc- so do i
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Post by Briar Vassler on Sept 14, 2007 21:08:31 GMT
Briar pulled him up and smiled, "No problem. What are you doing down here anyway?"
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