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Post by Poison Ivy on Dec 6, 2010 15:46:43 GMT -5
He had no real, human friends. Everyone came to him for advice, never to sit down and chat, never to ask him about his problems, never to say a simple 'hi.'
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Post by Darcy on Dec 6, 2010 15:56:39 GMT -5
Cherice, she had freinds, just none hear.
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Post by Poison Ivy on Dec 6, 2010 16:01:43 GMT -5
Tears began to roll down the cheeks. He didn't stop them.
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Post by Darcy on Dec 6, 2010 16:02:54 GMT -5
Cherice yanwed.
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Post by Poison Ivy on Dec 6, 2010 16:03:50 GMT -5
Sotiris simply stood and walked into the woods, out of eyesight of anyone.
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Post by Darcy on Dec 6, 2010 16:04:53 GMT -5
cherice looked around.
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Post by Poison Ivy on Dec 6, 2010 16:06:59 GMT -5
Sotiris walked close to the heart of the woods before he sat down and cried.
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Post by Darcy on Dec 6, 2010 16:13:20 GMT -5
Cherice looked around
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Post by Poison Ivy on Dec 6, 2010 16:15:41 GMT -5
Sotiris hugged his knees to his chest and put his head between them.
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Post by Darcy on Dec 6, 2010 16:20:18 GMT -5
Cherice walked around.
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Post by Poison Ivy on Dec 6, 2010 16:22:13 GMT -5
Sotiris cried.
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Post by Darcy on Dec 6, 2010 16:25:16 GMT -5
Cheice was bored.
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Post by Poison Ivy on Dec 6, 2010 16:27:24 GMT -5
Sotiris cried for an hour.
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Post by Darcy on Dec 6, 2010 16:28:06 GMT -5
Cherice paced.
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Post by Poison Ivy on Dec 6, 2010 16:29:17 GMT -5
Sotiris finally calmed down.
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