Her face is a concert of quiet drama; her gaze, a soulful chorus. Her eyes sing of a soft, contented joy.
The corners of her lips erupt into a warm melody. Her head tilts gently in harmony with the moment.
The movement crescendos as she leans forward; her voice begins dancing with the cadence: “What are you thinking?”
I smile, because she already knows.
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Susan commented at 10:33 PM on April 28, 2003:
*smiles*
I'll still keep asking, if you don't mind...
anon e. mouse commented at 11:36 PM on April 28, 2003:
OMG! OMG! You totally wrote that about me first! I can't believe this! You said I was the only one! OMG! OMG! Don't listen to him, girl! He's a stone cold dog! OMG! OMG! He's a cold hearted snake! OMG! OMG! Look into his eyes! Oh oh! He's been telling lies! OMG! OMG!
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