>> hear the whispers on the wind

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^{<< they call you}

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^{My name is just plain old Jane Turner ;;
I've been on this earth for a dreadfuly long twenty one years}

^{I'm really nice. I don't bite. I'm a bit of a flirt but I can't help that. I absolutely love boys but I swear I know where to draw the line, most the time. I like to have a good time which usually involves partying. Though it may not appear so I'm dedicated to my work, and when I put my mind to it I can be a very dedicated person. I'm very much a blonde and I very much have my blonde moments. I'm usually a social person but I have my anti-social days. I can't stand judgemental people and I try super hard not to be one of them. I love to laugh and make people laugh, but I don't like being the center of laughing if that makes sence. I'm a big talker and at the same time not. I'm fun, ok, thats all there is to it, get to know me.}

^{Oh, my history, must we really speak of such things? fine..}

<sup>I was born March 8th to my mother and her...uh...female lover. I didn't know who my father was, I didn't even know I had a father until I was 12 and my moms let me go to public school. They had been homeschooling me up until that point.

I was a bit of a reject until I entered school, no friends, my time was spent at home with my moms and my dog. Well at school, there they were, kids with Mommy's and Daddy's, some with just Mom's and Some with Just dad's. Some lived with their grandparents. But none, no not one of them had Two mommy's. And their parents always looked at mine wierd, and they didn't want me playing with their daughters, thought I'd be like my Parents.

I threw myself into my school work, trying to take myself from the cruel judgemental world. My best friend was a boy, a year younger then me, and to this day he remains my bestfriend. He was with me through everything, and I loved his support, but somedays I just felt like the world was out to get me. When I turned 15 I told myself I had to find my father.

I went behind my moms backs, because at the mention of a dad, they got all wierd on me and made me feel guilty for even thinking about a father. They were my parents, apparently I didn't need a dad. I used everything; the internet, people, books, my birth mothers diary and papers that'd been hidden from me. It was a long hard journey but eventually, after a year, I had a name.

At the age of sixteen I found myself sitting in my car outside of Timothy Carter's Home, watching him, and his wife and his family, wondering if he knew I existed, if he cared to know. I eventually got the guts to talk to him and found he was alot nicer then I thought. We had a blood test to make sure and sure enough, he was my dad.

At the age of Seventeen I moved in with him. I just wasn't getting along with my Mom's and His marriage was on the rocks anyway. He got me started in horses, a exercise Jockey himself. And we rode every weekend down at the nearby racing stable, exercising the crazy Horses. I fell in love with the horses and the son of the owner of the stables. He fell in love with me too, or so I thought.

We were together for two years before I found out he was cheating on me. Shortly after that my dad hit a hard spot in his life and lost it with me, getting into drinking and things, he kicked me out. It took me a year but I've finally turned things around, sure, I'm still on anti-depressants, but things are finally turning around. I'm generally a happy girl. I love and know how to have a good time...</sup>

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^{;; they call for your wisdom
your heart
and your soul}

<sup>A q u a i n t a n c e s ;;;

i do as you say//your word is my command || Shail Teer (Employer)</sup>

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