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Post by Smiler on Nov 2, 2007 5:53:06 GMT -5
"Great, then," Michael nodded, "then I can surely find something you'll enjoy listening to."
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Post by deb on Nov 3, 2007 8:14:09 GMT -5
Mischief smiled, "Well, what kind of music do you like?"
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Post by Smiler on Nov 3, 2007 8:21:09 GMT -5
Michael ran his hand through his hair, thinking. "Different kinds. I guess... I could say I don't like hard rock, country or hip-hop, but anything else goes. What about you?"
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Post by deb on Nov 3, 2007 8:29:34 GMT -5
"I don't really care for country, rap, or hip hop. Anything else goes, though." she said, chewing her bottom lip out of habit.
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Post by Smiler on Nov 3, 2007 13:41:20 GMT -5
"Are you a fan of anyone in particular?" Michael asked.
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Post by deb on Nov 11, 2007 10:03:56 GMT -5
"Not really, no." she subconsciously tucked some of her hair behind her ear, "You?"
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Post by Smiler on Nov 11, 2007 11:20:04 GMT -5
"Not at the moment," Michael said. "There's too much good music out there to focus on something specific."
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Post by deb on Nov 11, 2007 12:47:07 GMT -5
Mischief nodded, looking skyward once again. It was as if she remembered something and she let out a groan, "I just remembered I have homework due tomorrow." she stood up, stretching out her legs, "I hope to see you around some time. It was nice meeting you, Michael." she said, with a small wave as she made her way back to the mansion.
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Post by Smiler on Nov 11, 2007 13:06:26 GMT -5
Michael nodded good-bye at her and shifted his glance to the lake. Talking to Mischief helped put things into perspective, not let the realization that mutants were being hunted become the dominant thought. There were still things to look forward to, even during fall.
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