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                     Posted: Fri Aug 11, 2006 10:41 am 
 
 
                        
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			            Kent opened the door to his condo, "... Mom?... Oh right.... she's at work..." he sighed, "I'll just go get some lunch then... he dropped his backpack at the side of the door and closed it gently, sliding his key card and locking to door afterwards. He waslked down to the resturaunt, "Hey Cheza, Hey Juliana." he said kindly as he walked down.
 Juliana looked up, "Oh! Hello Kent! How's your day goin'?" she said in her thick irish acsent.
 
 "Buenos tardes. Can I get you your usual?" Cheza said, her 'r's rolling with her spanish tounge.
 
 "In order, Fine, and Yes please." he laughed. They both smiled back.
 
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                     Posted: Thu Aug 17, 2006 10:25 am 
 
 
                        
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			            Karik walked out to the small balcony of his second floor room, taking in the ocean's pleasant scent.  He pushed his glasses up his nose with one finger, unconciously, as he always had done.  He immediately scolded himself for such proper behaviour, he knew that would ruin his "new attitude" - but part of him couldn't deny himself.  Karik wanted to be bad, he knew he could be, but he had trouble with his body language.  If only i had someone to teach me how to 'not care' he thought.Karik returned to his living room and wondered where he could meet new people in this place.
 
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                     Posted: Sun Aug 20, 2006 8:52 pm 
 
 
                        
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			            The phone rang in Karik's room, "Mr. Karik? It's me, Cheza, from the resturaunt, I have a boy you might want to meet. Please Sir, he hasn't talked to anyone outside of the resturaunt for about a year now, and both of you two could use a friend right about  now." Young Cheza said over the phone. 
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                     Posted: Mon Aug 21, 2006 9:52 am 
 
 
                        
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			            "Thank you Cheza, perhaps the two of us could meet sometime.  I'm not really doing anything right now, maybe today would be good."  Karik replied.
 With this news Karik had just recieved he immediately began to worry.  What should I wear?  How should I act? Following his "new" instinct however, he decided to wear his black t-shirt with the sleeves cut-off and his old black jeans which were now torn and splattered with paint  (which "ironically" matched the new shade of green in his bedroom).  Karik removed his glasses and put on his eye-color-changing contacts, which gave him an entirely new look - he thought he looked more deviant with grey eyes.  He patiently awaited further news from Cheza as he began to doodle anxiously on the nearest piece of paper.
 
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                     Posted: Tue Aug 22, 2006 10:17 pm 
 
 
                        
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			            Cheza hung up the phone and picked up the plate of food she had prepared for Kent, "Here you go, Kent." she smiled as she put her plate on the table he was sitting at, I'll get your drink now." she turned around and walked off.
 Kent smiled back, "Thanks, Cheza." he looked at his plate.
 
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