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Post by pieeater on Nov 15, 2006 1:44:35 GMT -5
He made a quick glance to make sure he had everything of his and then rushed across the apartment to her. "It ain't all that glamorous " he said a tad more serious than before, "but, it's always different, everyday." Pie was getting giddy now; anxious to show off what he did, no matter how simple it may be. It was his life and he was proud of it in a way. He fit his hat back atop his head looking in the mirror Giselle had just used - shabby but presentable (by his standards anyways). "Ya ready da presses are rollin'!"
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Post by giselle on Nov 15, 2006 7:29:35 GMT -5
She nodded, now rather excited herself. His giddyness was contageous and she got her shoes on, grabbing her dance bag from its spot next to the door. She opened the door, stepped out, then waited for him so she could lock it. ((Where to now?))
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Post by pieeater on Nov 15, 2006 12:15:09 GMT -5
Pie was on her heels and rushed out the door. "Time to pay Hearst a lil' visit" He smiled and started down the hall.
((fountain at the Journal?? or something like that..))
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Post by giselle on Nov 15, 2006 15:12:56 GMT -5
((Sure,I'll post there))
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