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Post by becky on Aug 25, 2005 19:48:10 GMT -5
"So... like weed pulling?"
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Post by Atlantic on Aug 25, 2005 19:54:01 GMT -5
"I think it's become a hobby." he told her, sarcastic
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Post by becky on Aug 26, 2005 12:00:35 GMT -5
She smiled. Tugging on a particularly deep root, she tumbled backward. "Wow. now i feel like im five." she brushed hair out of her eyes and got back to work.
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Post by Atlantic on Aug 26, 2005 15:06:26 GMT -5
He laughed slightly
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Post by becky on Aug 26, 2005 15:08:57 GMT -5
"Thanks again. This would take days to do on my own."
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Post by Atlantic on Aug 26, 2005 15:22:01 GMT -5
"no problem, really."
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Post by becky on Aug 26, 2005 15:24:26 GMT -5
She sighed, and shook her head. She's a little worried; her dad's condition is getting worse.
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Post by Atlantic on Aug 26, 2005 15:26:32 GMT -5
He looked at her and continued pulling weeds.
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Post by becky on Aug 26, 2005 15:28:06 GMT -5
Biting her lip, she pulls extra hard, trying not to show any emotion other than frustration.
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Post by Atlantic on Aug 26, 2005 15:32:08 GMT -5
he looks at the ground, now in his own little world.
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Post by becky on Aug 27, 2005 11:43:10 GMT -5
weed pulling.,
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Post by Atlantic on Aug 27, 2005 14:00:30 GMT -5
yes, weed pulling
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Post by becky on Aug 27, 2005 14:36:22 GMT -5
fun. <sorry. busy. but im here now>
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Post by Atlantic on Aug 27, 2005 23:35:52 GMT -5
'Its as if for every weed i pull up another appears ...' he sighed.
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Post by becky on Aug 29, 2005 14:55:52 GMT -5
She sighs also and wipes her eyes and forehead.
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