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Post by ljo777 on Oct 26, 2006 22:04:28 GMT -5
Lauren drove her jet black beamer convertible up to the ravine and parked it. She walked out of her car and locked it. She was wearing a jean mini skirt, a black tank cami with a pink cover-u[, and black & pink heels. She looked around the place to see who she wanted to hang with.
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Post by Dean Page l J.T. Yorke on Oct 31, 2006 14:22:14 GMT -5
He rides up in his 78 harley...a classic. He had just arrived at degrassi and already he was up to no good. His hair slightly feathered and had a messy look, waring a helmet does that...yet as always he looked great..arrogant, dark. He hopped off the bike...put the helmet away and leaned against his bike. He struck a match and brought it to the ciggy in his mouth..he looked around..so far unimpressed.
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Post by Dean Page l J.T. Yorke on Nov 1, 2006 17:08:01 GMT -5
He scans the place once more..and scoffs
::Damm, this is just sad. Look at this place..what a sad attempt to seem cool. Well desprate situation call for desperate measures::
He laughs to himself and makes a few sales...he ripped them off big. But how would this know. It was imported stuff anyhow..he closes the pack on his bike, gives to his clients the last of his baggies and hops on the bike and leaves.
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