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 Posted: Wed Jan 07, 2009 6:03 am
Dalal was still uncertain about the school thing, but stopped to bother Ranza with her questions. She would have to experience it on her own and perhaps she would like it. Perhaps not.
Shrugging the thought of mentally she tried to imagine Ranza on a bike instead. "That's cool. I don't have one, but I want inline skates. A bike wouldn't fit my large bum anway." Dalal grinned and pointed at her neatly wrapped mantis behind.
As Ranza started to talk about aliens though the mantis girl wrinkled her nose. Was that a true story or probably one of those things you told because you wanted to be cool? She decided to take it for granted, at least for now. "I don't send emails, although I've got an address...hey, I could write you once I've learnt it. What's your email?"
Dalal liked the idea of occupying Frank's computer. She could already imagine him being all grumpy, but he had to do it, because Lizzi had said yesterday that she needed social contact and emails were definately some kind of social contact.
"And then you can answer and I can try to read it." The mantis girl pointed out. What a great idea, she was probably meant to be a genius. Dalal grinned quite pleased with herself.
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Posted: Wed Jan 07, 2009 12:46 pm
"Yeah, I do!" nodded Ranza. She dug around in her vest pocket for a bit and came up with a receipt from the bookstore and a ballpoint pen. "I've got an instant messenger name, too. You should get one! It's cool."
She paused to put her hot chocolate down on a bench and then crouched over to scribble something on the paper before handing it to Dalal.
"The first one's my e-mail, and the other's for AIM."
The paper said, in somewhat loopy and girly handwriting, although Dalal wouldn't be able to read it, "CaptainRanza@Gaiaweb.net" and "RanzaDanzaDoodad".
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Posted: Fri Jan 09, 2009 6:27 am
Instant messenger...Dalal tried to imagine something by repeating the name inside her head, but after all nothing sensible came to her mind. She would have to ask Frank and that idea alone made her feel all "blah". But Ranza said it was cool, so it probably was.
"I will. Thank you." Taking a look at the scribbles Dalal was really angry at herself. She really wanted to read it, but she coulded. She only recognised the A's and the D's, because they were similar to her own name.
"AIM...ok." Dalal tried to remember that and shoved the piece of paper into the bag she was carrying with her.
"So have you decided what you'll put into the basket?"
Dalal checked her watch as she listened to Ranza's answer.
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Posted: Sat Jan 10, 2009 7:04 am
Ranza nodded, having now had a chance to give it some thought. "I think I'll go the gender neutral route, right? Books. A jumprope," she shrugged. "Rocks."
She finished her cocoa and tossed the cup into a trash can as they passed it. "How about you?" she asked.
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Posted: Sat Jan 10, 2009 9:30 am
"That's pretty nice of you. Boys would probably like rocks too." Dalal smiled. "Since I know that my one's a girl, I will go with something nice probably. I found a pretty bell at the shopping mall and I filled a glass with snow which is in the fridge so it doesn't melt. And perhaps I'll find more nice stuff at home."
Her behind started to get cold although it was neatly wrapped and Dalal rubbed her hands against each other. "It was cool to meet you, Ranza, but I have to go home otherwise Lizzi will call the police because she think I'm missing or something..."
The girl rolled her eyes and shrugged. "I will write you an email, kay?"
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Posted: Sat Jan 10, 2009 9:49 am
"Yeah!" nodded Ranza. "No one ever writes to me, so it'll be cool! And I'll write you back! Getting mail's a lot of fun."
The cocoa gone, her hands were starting to get cold. She shoved them in her pockets and stomped up and down.
"I gotta get inside or I'm gonna freeze to death," she declared. "Seeyah!' Goodbyes exchanged, she hurried off, vanishing into the crowd and heading for a store.
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