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Post by Leigh Armstrong on Sept 9, 2007 10:54:47 GMT 1
*Leigh checked the fridge for anything to eat. She was starving after spending what seemed like an eternity on the phone with her mother. That lady could yap your ear off.*
What to eat, what do eat..? *She found some leftover meatballs. She sniffed them.* Hmm, they smell alright. Then they're eatable.
*She closed the refrigerator door, popped the meatballs in the microwave and started boiling up some pasta.*
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Post by Leigh Armstrong on Sept 10, 2007 12:46:20 GMT 1
*She finished her meal, and noticed it was almost time to get to work. She had the late shift this week. People need coffee at the strangest hours. She went into the bathroom and started getting ready.*
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Post by Leigh Armstrong on Sept 16, 2007 12:54:10 GMT 1
*When she was ready, she still had a little time to kill, so she decided she'd take a stroll through the park on her way to work.*
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