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Owelry
Nov 25, 2006 11:36:14 GMT -5
Post by corliss on Nov 25, 2006 11:36:14 GMT -5
Corliss wandered up with a letter for an old friend Loki in America. Now, which owl to send to the owl post office, she wondered.
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Owelry
Nov 25, 2006 11:41:03 GMT -5
Post by Christine Madeline Angolo on Nov 25, 2006 11:41:03 GMT -5
"BOO!"
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Owelry
Nov 25, 2006 23:07:21 GMT -5
Post by Celina on Nov 25, 2006 23:07:21 GMT -5
"You can use one of my owls, Corliss." Celina said, coming form the shadows. "Razor or Anatsia?"
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Owelry
Nov 26, 2006 11:29:55 GMT -5
Post by corliss on Nov 26, 2006 11:29:55 GMT -5
"Oh! Hey Celina! I can? Thanks! Um, can I use Razor?"
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Owelry
Nov 26, 2006 11:34:47 GMT -5
Post by Christine Madeline Angolo on Nov 26, 2006 11:34:47 GMT -5
Christine walked up beside Celina with her owl on her shoulder. "Ello peoples."
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Owelry
Nov 26, 2006 16:59:58 GMT -5
Post by Celina on Nov 26, 2006 16:59:58 GMT -5
"Sure." Celina smiled and put Razor on her forearm for Corliss. "Careful, though: He can be kinda snappy. And hello, Christine."
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Owelry
Nov 26, 2006 18:32:14 GMT -5
Post by corliss on Nov 26, 2006 18:32:14 GMT -5
"Hi, Christine," Corliss said absently as she gently tied Loki's letter to Razors leg.
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Owelry
Nov 26, 2006 18:34:22 GMT -5
Post by Celina on Nov 26, 2006 18:34:22 GMT -5
"Ok. Ready now?"
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Owelry
Nov 26, 2006 18:41:36 GMT -5
Post by corliss on Nov 26, 2006 18:41:36 GMT -5
"Uh-huh!" Corliss said nodding.
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Owelry
Nov 26, 2006 18:47:37 GMT -5
Post by Celina on Nov 26, 2006 18:47:37 GMT -5
"Ok." Celina said as Razor flew off. "There."
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Owelry
Nov 27, 2006 10:33:58 GMT -5
Post by corliss on Nov 27, 2006 10:33:58 GMT -5
"Thanks. What are you doing here? It doesn't look like you're mailing anything."
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Owelry
Nov 27, 2006 13:27:03 GMT -5
Post by Celina on Nov 27, 2006 13:27:03 GMT -5
"Huh? Oh, I just came to see Razor and Antasia Haven't seen 'em for....well, too long."
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Owelry
Nov 27, 2006 17:25:46 GMT -5
Post by Sam on Nov 27, 2006 17:25:46 GMT -5
Sam sat on the tallest rack of the tower in the straw with her feet over the edge. She whistled, and Mary flew up beside her. The black owl c*cked her head and looked at her with huge gray eyes. Sam sighed. "Don't be like that. I don't have anything to say to them." She leaned back against the stone tower wall and swung her feet, Mary hopping up on her legs. She stroked Mary's feathers absentmindedly, reaching into her pocket and pulling out the wrinkled parchement. She heard voices down below the racks, but ignored them as she read and reread the letter. "I have no idea what the hell I'm going to do Mary." She closed her eyes, feeling completely lost.
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Owelry
Nov 28, 2006 18:55:30 GMT -5
Post by corliss on Nov 28, 2006 18:55:30 GMT -5
"I wish I had an owl. All I got is Socrates."
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Owelry
Nov 28, 2006 19:07:53 GMT -5
Post by Celina on Nov 28, 2006 19:07:53 GMT -5
"Hey, wanna trade?" Celina said and winked, then began laughing.
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