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 Posted: Sun Feb 04, 2007 2:02 pm
Rachael goes behind the counter and gets herself a raspberry tea and sits down at one of her tables and relaxes a bit, toutching the iron cross that hung from her neck.
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Posted: Wed Feb 14, 2007 7:04 pm
"That doesn't seem right..." Angie whispered to herself, going over the fingerings in her head. She then began reaching for a drink that she realized wasn't there. "Huh?" She looked around and remembered she wasn't at home with her usual cappuccino.
Angie then remembered that Rachael said if she needed anything to just ask. Rachael wasn't behind the counter but sitting at one of the tables nearby. "Excuse me," Angie said, getting up and walking over to her. "If it isn't too much to ask... could I have some cappuccino?"
She then spotted the cross around Rachael's neck and looked at it curiously. "I like your necklace, by the way."
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Posted: Sat Feb 17, 2007 6:14 am
Rachael nodded "Yes, comming right up!" She was slightly startled back to reality when the girl had complemented her neclace "Oh.... Thank you... it was..." She coughs as she nearly chokes on her own words "It was my husband's war medal. He willed whatever medal he received to me before he went into the German cervices. I guess he knew somehow he would die over there.... He could even still be alive though... he was only filed as M.I.A." She sniffed to bring herself back to reality and hurried back to the counter to make the girl a cappuccino. She brought it back to the girl and set it on her table "If you'd like anything to top it off with, cinamon, chocolate, whipped cream, it's right over there--" She pointed to a bar that held any type of conoment that a person would want (((I mean, hey, it's the internet, you can do whatever you want on the internet if you have a good imagination)))
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Posted: Tue Feb 27, 2007 7:31 pm
I play the clarinet and I sing (not publicaly I might add).
Sally walks in the room. "What's up everyone? How life treaten ya?"
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Posted: Wed Feb 28, 2007 4:33 pm
Pleased at her new guest's enthusiasm, Rachael got up and walked over to the new commer. "Hey hey! What can I get for ya today?"
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Posted: Mon Mar 05, 2007 6:05 pm
"Oh, wow..." Angie said after hearing the story. She took the cappuccino with both hands and looked down at it. "I'm... I'm sorry if I brought up bad memories..." She watched the girl greet the newcomer before heading to the condiment bar.
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Posted: Thu Mar 08, 2007 6:41 pm
Rachael thinks for a while and disapears into a back room, and violin melodies slightly escape through the door.
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Posted: Thu Mar 22, 2007 3:21 pm
Angie finished adding a dash of cinnamon to the mountain of whipped cream on her cappuccino before returning to her seat. 'This place is so peaceful,' she thought as she sipped her cappuccino to the songs of a vioin.
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Posted: Wed Mar 28, 2007 6:34 pm
After awhile of playing, Rachael finaly broke down and set her violin on the desk next to her and slowly colapsed on the floor, crying. "I'm so sorry mother, I wish there was something I could do."
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Posted: Sat May 19, 2007 2:33 pm
When the music stopped so abruptly, Angie got a little worried. She stood up and slowly made her way over to the door. There was a soft thud as something hit the floor and, what sounded like, crying. "Hello?" she asked softly, reaching for the doorknob. "Is everything alright?"
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Posted: Sun May 20, 2007 6:39 pm
DessiDessi41 After awhile of playing, Rachael finaly broke down and set her violin on the desk next to her and slowly colapsed on the floor, crying. "I'm so sorry mother, I wish there was something I could do." *pokies with foot* No sadnees here no no drama either this is a happy place and stats needs to lay off the sugar * crawls off to her normal face down position on the couch and sings Im a litle teapot into the couch leather*
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Posted: Tue May 22, 2007 6:42 pm
"Oh, I'm pretty much over it now.... My mother... she's sick, and maybe even on the brink of dying. The sad thing, for me, about all of this, is that she's on a completely diffrent part of the globe with the rest of my family. I beleive my father's in jail, he could be out by now, but I highly doubt it, and my brother, thank god, is at bording school, so he's well taken care of. But Mother, who will take care of her? OH, I keep forgetting about our housekeepers.... Well... I still feel bad for not being able to do anything...."
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