I'm writing a story...
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Chairman Kaga
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Katie'Force
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it's dead because i wasn't here! but i'm back now, as much fun as Vienna was, I missed my dreary old UK... old so i missed good old english food!!!!! but still, had a great holiday, glad to be back 
Chairman Kaga
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it's dead because i wasn't here! but i'm back now, as much fun as Vienna was, I missed my dreary old UK... old so i missed good old english food!!!!! but still, had a great holiday, glad to be back
NO WAI! GET OUT! We only need LJ.
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Kirst-ehhh
Epic Kirsty
i finally found time to get back to writing! =p more to come
Gus stood up, one water bottle in each hand, one cradled under each arm. He caught me staring. I looked away, but it was too late. Chuckling, Gus just left me a bottle and went back to the stage. I watched, a little in wonder, as the fat hanging over the waist of his pants jiggled with each step.
Once he was back with the others, the three bottles were given out--Apollo, Mark, and Petros. Gus came back by me, getting himself a bottle, and again going back to the stage. The show resumed with “Into the Fire”, followed by “Head Up High”, and ending with “Warrior”.
I had gone to sleep somewhere in the middle of “Head Up High”. Bob had came and woke me up. I had complained, of course, but that did nothing--I found myself being slightly dragged outside to the tourbus, by the combined effort of Bob and Gus. Only when we got to the steps did I stand up on my own and get in. Thereafter I took the nearest bed, which happened to have belonged to Petros. Not anymore it didn’t now.
Gus stood up, one water bottle in each hand, one cradled under each arm. He caught me staring. I looked away, but it was too late. Chuckling, Gus just left me a bottle and went back to the stage. I watched, a little in wonder, as the fat hanging over the waist of his pants jiggled with each step.
Once he was back with the others, the three bottles were given out--Apollo, Mark, and Petros. Gus came back by me, getting himself a bottle, and again going back to the stage. The show resumed with “Into the Fire”, followed by “Head Up High”, and ending with “Warrior”.
I had gone to sleep somewhere in the middle of “Head Up High”. Bob had came and woke me up. I had complained, of course, but that did nothing--I found myself being slightly dragged outside to the tourbus, by the combined effort of Bob and Gus. Only when we got to the steps did I stand up on my own and get in. Thereafter I took the nearest bed, which happened to have belonged to Petros. Not anymore it didn’t now.
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