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Posted: Sun Feb 05, 2012 12:52 am
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Posted: Sun Feb 05, 2012 12:56 am
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Posted: Sun Feb 05, 2012 1:01 am
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Posted: Sun Feb 05, 2012 1:11 am
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Posted: Sun Feb 05, 2012 1:17 am
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Posted: Sun Feb 05, 2012 12:38 pm
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Posted: Sun Feb 05, 2012 6:11 pm
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Posted: Mon Feb 06, 2012 7:07 am
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Brooke Clarke...
Brooke walked into the small town cafe, looking for something interesting to do, but subconsciously knowing she'd probably find close to nothing. Sitting down on a bar stool at the front counter, she ordered a simple cappuccino. She didn't know much coffee lingo, but she knew she liked those things. She looked around to see nothing special, just a few people quietly engrossed in their personal computers, or tablets, reading the news or surfing the web on the cafe's free wifi. When the waitress came up with her order, she thanked her kindly, and tipped her more generously than most people would. Brooke sighed, a natural reaction to the quiet ambiance of the room. Soft jazz played in the background, which she though was very stereotypical. She took a sip of her steaming cup of coffee, and swept her turquoise side-swept fringe out of her eyes. Propping her head up onto her right arm, she stared off into the distance, zoning off to the soft melody of blaring trumpet and saxophone jazz...
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Posted: Mon Feb 06, 2012 1:43 pm
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Posted: Mon Feb 06, 2012 6:50 pm
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Posted: Mon Feb 06, 2012 6:50 pm
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Posted: Mon Feb 06, 2012 6:58 pm
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Posted: Mon Feb 06, 2012 7:01 pm
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Posted: Mon Feb 06, 2012 7:07 pm
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Posted: Mon Feb 06, 2012 7:10 pm
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