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Post by Casey Weasley on Dec 23, 2005 8:15:53 GMT -5
*Casey sat at a table with her sunday in hand. She had gotten the largest size and extra chocholate on top. She smiled, when she was as down as she could get ice cream always cheered her up. Only for a while, but it still was cheering. The only thing that could do her better was family and friends. Her friends all seemed to be rather busy, they never talked to her anymore. She sighed and took another spoonfull of the sunday. Maybe today would be different. She gave a small laugh, people had always said she was optomistic and she knew she was. But the problem was she didn't believe it anymore. She was beginning to worry that her friends didn't care much for her anymore. Casey was one of those people that once you start thinking of something more and more and more thought hit you, its like a never ending landslide. A tear rolled down her face, but she angerly whipped it away. She wasn't going to cry, no, she had had to much of that. She had come here to be happy!
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