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Post by arrabelle leigh on Nov 16, 2008 15:00:40 GMT -5
[/i] meant what? It wasn't the answer she was looking for. But at least it was an answer. She gracefully took the warm cup of her pretzel bites from the cashier and popped one into the cheese dip. Before putting it into her mouth she asked another question. "Okay. So any favorites?" Maybe she was a bit too hypercritical in her mind but Arra had already made up that he was a sort of player. Not just because the way he looked but the way he took interest. But that was to Arra. She could have been imagining the whole dramatic event, but that wasn't so. [/size][/font][/ul]
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Post by oliver twishan``. on Nov 17, 2008 1:09:48 GMT -5
Carefully, Oliver studied Arrabelle's expression. He could tell that Arra knew that he was a player. Arrabelle's next question, made him think back. There were girls that stood out, but only one in particular. A girl back in England. She was special, and it was the only time where Oliver hadn't dumped a girl because he had gotten bored. He had dumped her because his family wanted him to move to California. Ollie had actually loved the girl. "Actually, yes. One favourite. She was very special, but I'd rather not talk about her." Oliver replied, it hurt when he even spoke the girl's name. There was no way he was going to talk about her.
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Post by arrabelle leigh on Nov 20, 2008 18:18:34 GMT -5
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Post by oliver twishan``. on Nov 21, 2008 1:11:43 GMT -5
Should he lie? That was them question in Oliver's head. He guessed that sometimes he might just hook up with girls. But sometimes, no. "If I could, I might. Sometimes, I dunno. They just don't seem right." The answer was limited, but honest. It wasn't a lie, but it didn't give much of an answer.
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Post by arrabelle leigh on Nov 21, 2008 18:20:20 GMT -5
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