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Post by Jennifer Drew on May 3, 2008 5:04:44 GMT -4
Funny story. No belt. It's probably sitting under my bed at home, or in my bathroom, or maybe even still on a pair of pants. You know, something dumb like that.
She shuffles a little, this was pretty uncomfortable for her too. It felt like she really had crossed the line here in a futile attempt to re-break the ice. After what felt like a few minutes of delaying, but probably only amounted to a few seconds, she finally makes eye contact again.
Alright, I think we both know what happened in there. So, does the vile, deceitful, stinking “cheater” have the right to hear the story?
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Post by Scarlett Rose on May 3, 2008 5:54:47 GMT -4
"Story of what?" Scarlett asks, as she looks towards the ceiling as if something interesting was on it. The silence afterwards only proved that Jennifer had seen her past, a past that was well...to put it simply, extreme. As much as she hated to use the term now, "extreme" was the only word that could perhaps...describe what her life was six, or even seven years ago. "Well, I was in the skating scene," she admits, "And...well..." she looks away, the last thing she wanted to talk about were her failures, and how she was just on the verge of being declared "pro" for the brand that decided to market her name. "...do you really want to know?"
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Post by Jennifer Drew on May 4, 2008 4:10:11 GMT -4
Uh, yeah. That's why I asked. I mean this is so cool, I have no idea why we didn't talk about this before. I was looking at all those high-speed action shots that stuff was unbelievable.
Jennifer seemed really enamored with this idea despite the effect this revelation seemed to have on Scarlett.
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