Post by aubrey jarrett. on Jul 24, 2008 6:17:24 GMT -5
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hello, the name's, Aubrey Lailah Jarrett.
but people tend to call me, Aubz.
I turned , nineteen.
on , august eighth, 1989.
so that means I've been living, UCLA.
when the days over i like me some , boys, hetero
[/color][/font][/size]I've seen a palace in London,
I've seen a castle in Wales,
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well, my hair is, long, wavy & brunette.
and I love my eyes, they're, bright blue.
and my skin colors this really cool, tan.
mainly because I'm , Australian and Italian.
I measure up to , 5"9.
no Seattle Sutton's for me ! the scale says , 8 stone.
but it's kind of cool that I have , dimples.
and my style blows yours away , elegant, sexy, sophisticated.
so over - all ,
Immediately seeing Aubrey Lailah, you see she is a girl of slender physique and tall stature. Long wavy brunette locks cascade down past her shoulders, brushing the bottom of her bosom at full, natural length. With a glossed, white-toothed smile, dimples pierce into her elegant, tanned face, bright blue eyes sparkling. Born a natural beauty, Miss. Jarrett carries out daily rituals in order to keep herself looking neat, tidy, fresh and delightful. These beautiful characteristics aided Aubrey to be scouted by an Australian modeling agency, who led her on her journey to becoming one of the Victoria’s Secrets Angels. Whereas Aubrey is proud to see herself in photographs and enjoys the long tiresome days of photo shoots, like any other girl there are always body hang ups and she is not a vain person, like some mistakenly prejudice her as, simply for her career. It’s true that a great majority of the population will have thought at one point “model equals airhead bimbo.” But, that is a generalization that does not apply to Aubrey, who is not just a model who walks around looking airbrushed and laughing like a hysterical toddler. There is definitely much more to her than that. There are days when Aubrey feels sluggish, bloated, and the days when she has a breakout of zits. They’re only blemishes to an exterior though, she won’t break down simply because a couple of skin complaints, because she isn’t that vain. Most of the time, she does feel comfortable in her own skin.
The Giordano Family, or Aubrey’s mother’s relatives, is mainly Australian Italian. Her mother is one hundred percent Italian, and from this side of the family Aubrey gained a tan skin pigment, and dark, long, think, luscious brunette hair. Being a girl who is very self respecting, thinking of her body as a temple, she tries her greatest to keep every aspect of her appearance in the best condition it can be. Aubrey has always, since being a young girl, considered her tresses to be one of her best features, and so she makes sure to wash, shampoo, condition and treat her hair every day, keeping it in the best possible condition she can. Her long, flowing locks are usually kept, and rarely is anything – accessory wise - added to her hair. And, again, only sometimes does she curl or straighten her hair, preferring to keep its natural bounce. Something Aubrey has always loved is when individuals play with her hair, no matter who it is, anyone could run their ringers through her hair and she is instantly calmed, relaxed and in a state of bliss – basically putty in your hands. Needless to say, she loves head massages.
When it comes to body hair, though, Aubrey hates it. She firmly believes hair should be found on the head and in no other places on the body. From the age of thirteen, when she first started modeling, Aubrey had undergone full body waxes, ignoring the pain and thinking about her amazingly smooth and silky skin afterwards. She has perfectly waxed eyebrows, no hair on her arms, legs, stomach, back, ass, underarms – no where. And, it’s true to say, she has even grew immune to the pain of the infamous Brazilian wax. She is completely and utterly smooth bodied, and that will always be the case.
The other half of her family is 100% Australian. And this is the explanation for her blue eyes. Unusually for a dark haired female of Italian descent, Aubrey has amazingly bright blue eyes. Around her iris, a dark azure outlines a paler sapphire. Most of the time, she uses mascara and eyeliner to create a striking definition and contrast. This makes the whites of her eyes seem more bright, white and even luminous. She has very capturing, beaming eyes, which seem to elicit others into trusting her and feeling safe and secure around her. Even though Aubrey has had somewhat of a troubled past, it seemed that her eyes didn’t show much of it, which she was glad of. It was hard not to feel insecure when somebody looked directly into your eyes, like they were reading right from the pages of a novel. And that was something Aubrey didn’t want to happen. Her eyes are a great help in convincing people that she’s not all as innocent and childlike like many people presume her to be. During those flirtatious times Aubrey can make her eyes seem so seductive and sexy.
Aubrey’s still not quite figured out whether being five foot and nine inches is a blessing or a curse. Yes, she is a considerably – very – tall people which means often she has trouble finding guys that aren’t put off by her, or when she wears heels and towers over everybody by miles. She failed at ballet because nobody could partner her, since she was taller than more of the guys, so she had taken time to learned to dance for no reason. Although, her amazing height has meant she’s gained incredible, long, slender, powerful, almost equine, legs. She turned from being the lanky, gangly girl in her class, to being a model after being scouted whilst on the beach with her sister. She currently weighs exactly eight stone, according to her body mass index, she’d slightly underweight, but she honestly doesn’t see that. When she looks into a mirror, she sees and tall, curvaceous woman with everything in proportion. Aubrey is definitely an hourglass figure, with 32C-cupped breasts, and proportionally larger hips, with a slender wait, ‘inny’ navel and pert ass. There are days when her weight fluctuates, like at Christmas when she gorges herself on treats. Then there are other times when she might be a little thinner. That’s the way her body worked.
Of course she has her own personal scars, marks and flaws. But again, they are simply blemishes to the exterior, and her interior won’t suffer with them. Besides, she wouldn’t be Aubrey Lailah Jarrett without them. She embraces them and sees them as a part of her. She has a very few faded stretch marks on her back from her growth spurt. She figures, though, a majority of the people in the world have those, so why should they be something she’s ashamed of. Besides, they’re so faded now, that you’d need some kind of super sight to see them if you weren’t looking. Self-consciousness is just something she’s just not ready to be, why should somebody else dictate the way she feels about her body? She also has a rather large scar on the sole her right foot, this is from where there was a burglary at her old house in Melbourne and she stepped on a collection of glass shards as a younger teen. The damage to her foot had needed operating on and she was left with a scar that took up about three fifths of her foot, lengthways.
When it comes to piercings and tattoos, she’s not really experienced. The only piercings she’d had where in her ears, when she was around six, and her navel, when she was around sixteen – and even those she doesn’t pay much attention to. As for tattoos, they’re not really her forte and she doesn’t know much about being inked. When she was younger, she’d thought about maybe getting something. But nothing really came of it. Since then, she’d decided she hated the design anyway so she was glad she didn’t invest in the end. She did like tattoos though, just not on her currently. About the most distinguishing features she had were her adorable dimples when she smiled.
Aubrey has learned over time to be confident in her own skin. She doesn’t want to be the girl to follow cliques, and be someone she’s not either. She’s not vain though, just because she likes the way she looks and tries to look nice doesn’t mean she looks in the mirror every two minutes and thinks of herself as the most attractive person to ever grace the planet because she really doesn’t think that way. And, believe it or not, there are days when she does feel ‘ugly’ she just realizes there are more important things than that. Aubrey, before the modeling, was a girl who didn’t take all too much pride in her appearance; she’d never been a tomboy though. She’d just often wear unflattering swimsuits, and clothes that did nothing advantageous to her. Don’t get her wrong; she still loved her large hooded sweaters and baggy jeans to this day but she preferred to only wear them when she felt like being casual apart from all the time. She loved her short skirts and dresses, low cut tees and tight jeans and shorts. Aubrey didn’t mean to brag, but she had a wardrobe that any fashionista would envy, with an impressive array of swimsuits. She was also a lover of lingerie, who said you didn’t have to look good underneath your clothes? She also adored her snug days, when she’d throw on a lounge ensemble and relax and unwind in front of a DVD. Mainly, she looks so elegant, and beautiful.
If you were to see Aubrey Lailah Jarrett on the street, you’d instantly think of her as somewhat childlike, with her sweet little dimples, happy eyes and almost innocent looking grin. And that’s exactly what you’d think she looked like – innocent. But by her posture, the way she walks, her style and the glint in her eye you could tell there was something far more confident about the girl. Looks can be deceiving, and she’d been taught to never judge a book by its cover. Though perhaps in some ways, its not a bad thing that some people mistake her as there are things she’d done that she’s not proud of, so it sometimes comes as a blessing that people consider her to be uncorrupted.
but people say I look like , MIRANDA KERR.
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[/i][/size][/color] because, i'm loving, caring, and trustyworthy.
I love,long walks, animals, family, emotive eyes, fashion, modeling, being young, shopping, reading, writing, painting, adventures, train rides, airplanes, music, singing, dancing, decorating, colorful items, creativity, watching the sky, laying under the stars, wishing on shooting stars, watching and listening to the rain, friends, feeling truly happy, laughing until it hurts, parties, cocktails & alcohol, making memories, photography, hugs and kisses, making love, thrills, cookery, driving with no destination in mind, sleeping, pyjamas, slumber parties, sunbathing, the beach, water, swimming, surfing, jet skis, yachts, scuba diving, vacations, clothes, rearranging her wardrobe, snug days, the runway, shoes and handbags, laughing, making people feel happy, her heritage, her diary.
but I really despise,thunderstorms, making mistakes, sadness, guilt, misery, obnoxious people, fake people, plastic surgery, hospitals, teeth, agony, missing people, death, arrogance, bullying, prostitution, addictions, fast food chains, enclosed spaces, negativity, seeing people upset, disasters, the changing world, guns, knives, rape, the idea of perfection, sexism, liars, cheats, being told who to be, following the crowd, feeling like a failure, boredom, insomnia, anxiety and phobias.
I personally think I'm pretty good at,virtuous, loving, considerate, calm, relaxed, easy to talk to, loyal, good with children, advice giving, secretive, friendly, exciting, funloving, laidback, mysterious, empathetic, sympathetic, sensitive, independent, common sense, determined, agreeable, spontaneous, open to experience, conscientious, ambitious. sexy. confident in herself.
though I should really work on ,doesn't know her own limits, emotional, gullible, lacks some security, outspoken (comes across as conceited), vulnerable, past addictions, easily tempted, thrill seeker, finds it difficult to trust people, fear of storms.
people tend to tell me I'm ,
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but basically, I'm ,
SWEETHEART.
It’s the truth, Aubrey is such a doll. If you decide to let her into you’re life, it’d probably be one of the best decisions you could ever make because she’s such a good friend. She’s so down to earth. Because she’s a model that’s been seen on a few posters and TV commercials, people tend to think she’ll be stuck up and very selfish and conceited. But she’s not. Just because a couple of people know who she is, doesn’t mean she’s going to become some sort of celebrity. She’s also very loyal, and once you’re her friend she’ll be faithful to that. Reliability is a trait she finds attractive in others and so, you can arrange something with her and you can count she won’t let you down unless something bad happened. From this she’s become very organized, tending to make lists and keep records, not even leaving the house without her diary and organizer. She’s a tidy person too, hating mess of any sort. It’s quite obsessively compulsive how she tidies around. Aubrey is the sort of girl that if you have any sort of problem you can go to her and you won’t judge. Whether it’s for advice or just to let off some steam. She’s insanely caring and can’t stand to see people struggling with troubles. A problem shared, she says, is a problem halved. She doesn’t revel in gossip and finds gossipers a little tiresome. If she hears a rumor, she chooses not to believe it until there’s some hard evidence that it’s true. If someone tells her a person is trouble, she’d rather get to know them and find that out herself.
INDIVIDUAL.
Not always has Aubrey Jarrett been confident. There were days when she was younger when she felt actually quite shy, but when she got a little older and started to fall into a troubling lifestyle she realized that no one could tell her how to live her life and behave. At that time, it had been for all the wrong reasons and she’d been a little arrogant but now, she still went by the same statement but for the right reasons. In this generation there were too many cliques, everyone was labeled and distinguished and expected to have a certain type of friend, but really, Aubrey was friends with everyone and she loved that. She loved that she could say ‘no’ to falling in line and being just like any other robot in today’s society. She was an individual and that who she planned to be. She could wear make up and short sexy dresses but then she could beat a guy at a Playstation racing game or something, she could be a nerd and a dork and a goof, a complete thrill seeker and surfer but she could be girly and sexy and flirty. She was everything, rolled into one. Nobody was ever going to change that.
ASHAMED.
After all of the things she’s done in life, it’s hard for her not to feel a little ashamed by the way she has acted. Sometimes guilt wracks her for the way she’d treated her family during the times when she’d been addicted to heroin. When she’d had those substances in her blood she’d become very aggressive and argumentative, and she’d often told her mother ad father of how they were bad parents who ruined her life and wanted to be perfect when she’d never be, those sentences often ended in ‘I wish you were dead.’ Never did she mean those foul statements, and luckily her parents understood that and saw that she was just crying out for someone to help her. Obviously, it was hard for a fifteen-year-old girl to deal with a heroin addiction, having to raise her own drug funds by basically prostituting herself to a few men she knew. But after she beat the addiction, she was overwhelmed with the sense of achievement. Aubrey and her family had reason to be proud in her then, and to this day she’s still a fighter. Although, there are days when she questions her happiness. Never before did she think true happiness existed because she was always so down with the addiction, and those thoughts stayed with you even if you lost the addiction. It was kind of like a self-brainwash. Sometimes she just felt like she didn’t deserve to be happy. This is where she lacks so security.
SENSUOUS.
This is a side many people don’t get to see of her, but she is quite a passionate person. As a person, she’s very passionate about the tasks she does, she’s motivated and this is something that Aubrey feels gets the job done right. But she’s also a very passionate lover. When she encountered her addiction, she became somewhat of a sex fiend and, let’s say, she learned a lot of techniques that can satisfy a mans every whim, need and pleasure him immensely in the process. When she was younger, she didn’t really see sex as a big deal, she didn’t want to race a lose her virginity like a majority of her friends, but she also didn’t find the need in waiting for the right person. She wasn’t religious and didn’t need to wait until after marriage like her mother insisted, because this was a new day in age and there was a different outlook on life than there used to be.
EMOTIONAL.
Aubrey finds no shame in displaying her emotions, bottling them up never does anything good and most of the time will only make you ill. When she was younger, she developed an intense phobia of thunder and lightning, for example. She’d have nightmares and she didn’t want to tell her parents because she felt embarrassed, but she’d worry about storms hitting and she developed insomnia because she worried so much, in the end she lost weight through it, which is when she told her parents. But it made her feel better. Since then, she’d always confided in those closest to her and she’d felt much better every time she did. She knew her friends would let her cry, laugh, cream and shout and they could do the same.
VIRTUOUS BUT UNLIMITED.
Aubrey often thinks twice before doing things that could put her in some sort of risk, she’s also very unlimited once she gets going. A perfect example, of course, is her addiction. Once she’s tried something and enjoyed it, she thinks nothing about whether its against her virtue to do it again. Usually, this leads to overuse. And as seen with the heroin, she can get addicted. Most of the time she won’t get that far. Other examples are, if she was out partying, she’d drink all night and she wouldn’t know when to stop so much so that a few times she’d ended up throwing up and passing out and it wasn’t an attractive trait.
DEEP.
Miss. Jarrett now tends to look for meaning in life. Recently, she realized that there was so much more to life than she once thought, and now the things she does must connect with her head and her heart and she must feel like they mean something to her.[/blockquote]
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I came from, Melbourne, Australia.
well my father .. ,
coming in at , fifty.
he supported us by , being a lawyer.
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onto my mother ,
coming in at , thirty six.
she helped too, by , being a housewife.
in the end she's quite , motherly, protective, loving.[/ul]
and then they had kids ,
then it was time for my own ,
and my one and only pet(s) , Skye, yorkshire terrier, two.
the love life , Falcon Chambers was the Jamaican boy who introduced drugs and sex into Aubrey Lailah's lifestyle, she hates him for that and never had any feelings towards him.
She now has Micah Jaeger, a man she started off completely casual with but who decided to take a chance on and fell madly in love with him.
& the good and the bad, Half Italian, half Australian, Aubrey Lailah Jarrett was born to parents who had encountered a true love story. Marissa and Ashton had been expecting their second and third child, twins, a boy and a girl who were unidentical. But after a complicated pregnancy the little boy died in the womb and Marissa broke down into a labor eight weeks only. Not only was her own life endangered, but the tiny baby girl born as 3.38a.m on that cold august evening in the hospital ward. The labor had been cut short at Marissa’s sheer stress that her one and only son was dead. But on seeing their second daughter, so frail and fragile, fighting to survive they grieved for their son but focused on her health. With a little tender loving care, and with her own strength and determination, the baby managed to survive.
Aubrey Lailah Jarrett was the completion of the Jarrett family, she needed twenty four hour care, oxygen pipes and special food, and Marissa had a hard time coping with both of the girls, after all, she was only nineteen. Amerie was four years older than Aubrey, but they were alike in many ways. Their bright blue eyes and dark hair were striking characteristics. She was a tiny child, but gained weight readily by the day and by the age of one she seemed to be just like any other child, and aside for a couple of breathing issues she was fit and healthy. Amerie played her role in looking after the infant and they formed their sisterhood.
They lived in a relatively large household, inhabited by the two girls, their parents, and both sets of grandparents. It was a busy, full family. But it was also a family bursting with love. Her father’s parents were Carese and Jonas Jarrett had been lovers since the age of sixteen, and they had the one child, Ashton. Who had been born when Carese had been twenty three. They had always been the elder grandparents, the ones who would share their pearls of wisdom or simply romantic little anecdotes from when they’d been newlyweds. As Aubrey had grown up, she’d always listened to the sweetest stories from the pair of them. It had always made her wonder how two people could still be so in love after all this time. Aubrey’s mother’s father was named Giorgio Giordano. Her was a 100% Italian, and had been a man who was distantly involved with the one and only Italian Mafia. His own father had been a infamous Italian murderer as a matter of fact. OK, so it wasn’t something Aubrey was particularly proud of her family for. But it was a story to tell. As a teen, Giorgio had been the typical Italian lout; rowdy and sexy, with all the girls lusting after him. He’d become a father at 19, and on seeing his daughter’s face, he’d proposed to his then girlfriend Allesia. She’d accepted. And the rest, as they say, was history. They too only had the one child, and they were the younger grandparents, who tended to have their domestic disputes. Often screaming at each other using Italian profanity. Allesia had taught Amerie and Aubrey the language and culture fluently.
Marissa and Ashton’s love story, however, had been much less straightforward. It was a tale of true love though, just filled with lies and deceit. It was never fully approved by all, either. Marissa was just a young teenager of fourteen when she fell in love with a man fourteen years older than her. Twenty eight year old Ashton Jarrett had been her father’s lawyer after he’d been involved in some trouble. They’d been having a meeting in the breakfast room of their Italian themed home. That’s when she’d walked in. It felt so wrong, and yet he knew it was right. They were madly in love, and at first it was secretive and private – they’d sneak off to girl their thrills. He illegally took her virginity, and only a few times after ‘doing it’ again, then fifteen year old Marissa found herself pregnant. The seriousness of their affair then kicked in, he was almost thirty, and she was barely a woman. She had to come clean to her parents, after a whole lot of arguing, Marissa expressed her deep want to keep the baby. Her parents were very cautious of the man, they were only a few years older than him, although they could see her just wanted to support her. Then Amerie was born, and four years later their last daughter, Aubrey followed.
Aubrey and Amerie were the closest of friends, always having their little adventures, and the pair of them were keen ballerinas. They were also keen swimmers and, living in Australia, they were both familiar with water. In fact, when they weren’t wearing tutus they were real water babies. They used to love family vacations to Italy, were they had so much fun adventuring many different little villages, as well as exploring the large cities. There were differences between them though. Amerie was elder, and she was much more loud and arrogant than Aubrey, who was the more studious of the two. Amerie seemed to have no virtue and would embarrass herself and cause a scene and she was very spoiled, but Aubrey tended to be the shyer and quieter who on occasionally liked the limelight. Together though, they were quite hectic and troublesome.
Aubrey’s childhood went quite smoothly, she started school and was the nerdy, gangly kid who towered over a lot of people. She was somewhat dominating though, and once her mind was made up, it was very hard to turn it around. Her stubbornness had died down a little bit as years went on, though. Her ballet continued, and she also did other type of dancing. Sometimes, even as a youngster she put too much onto herself when it came to ballet, she’d practice till her toes bled and cry when she didn’t get lead role after it all. Sometimes they didn’t pick her because she looked too tall against the male dancers, and she’d grew sick of the phrase ‘you’d be a good tree, Aubrey Jarrett.’ At that time, it was her dream to be a professional ballerina, either that or a veterinary surgeon. She loved animals.
At the age of five, there was a burglary at their Melbourne home. Aubrey abruptly woke to the sound of smashing and banging downstairs, and the shouting of her parents. Nine year old Amerie had grabbed her little sisters hand and took her to the door where a large man had grabbed them both by the hair and thrown their sleepy, small bodies onto the floor. Aubrey remembered crying hysterically and seeing her mother and father beaten and bloody cowering in a corner at gunpoint. When the gang left, they drifted downstairs everything was ruined, the cabinet that displayed all of the girls prizes and awards was completely ruined, and Aubrey walked upon some glass severing her foot. She screamed and was rushed to hospital were she underwent a couple of hours of surgery to stitch her up safely. Since that day, Aubrey suffered with nightmares and insomnia. Sometimes of burglaries, other times of other horrors. Only a few weeks after the burglary there was a harsh lightning storm, houses fell and there were flash floods, Aubrey had also been scared and she developed an irrational fear of thunderstorms.
When she turned twelve, a man and woman approached her as she trundled along the beach near to her home. She was walking their dogs and she somehow attracted their attention. They handed her a very glamorous looking card, with the professional inscription of an Australian model agency on the front. She’d told them she’d be in touch, and gone home. On confronting her mother, they all thought it was a scam, but after checking and rechecking the information on the card, they found out it was a real, prestigious modeling agency. They first called the agency that told them it wasn’t just as simple as being scouted, she needed to do test shots first and then auditions. Never before had she been so excited about modeling. She was only twelve, and they only wanted her to do promotional shots or clothing shots first, that’s even if she worked in front of the camera. They flew to Sydney, where she took part in a few test shots. She’d never had so much fun. Although, disaster struck for the family once again.
Whilst out with a friend, who she’d brought along to Sydney with her, a grossly drunken man viciously raped Amerie. He, luckily, hadn’t took her virginity, as she’d had a steady sexual relationship with boyfriend, Lawson Dalton. The man had beaten and attacked both girls, but chosen only to rape Amerie. She was terrified, daily, of even stepping out of the door. Although, slowly she began to recover. Aubrey’s career also steadily took off. And she became a regular in the studio. Nevertheless, at the age of fifteen, things started tumbling downhill for Aubrey. She fell into entirely the wrong crowd. Most of them were older models, others were simply friends, who had their own secrets for staying slim. And, most of them were abusing laxatives and diet pills. But Aubrey was a girl who believed in individuality and didn’t want to become one of the appearance-obsessed models, however, she did find herself thinking about the way she looked around them. And even though she knew they were no good for her, she started to hang out with them more and more frequently, and on revealing to them she didn’t want to get any thinner, they taught her BP. Binge/Purge. Otherwise known as the one way to bulimia. And that’s what she developed, she fussed with food, then once or twice a week she’d eat and eat, then throw it up. She lost a little weight, but stayed around the same.
She was then introduced to Falcon Chambers. He was a Jamaican male model. They were both attracted to each other instantly, and it didn’t take long for him to take her virginity. And also infiltrate something other than sex into her life. Heroin. At sixteen, Aubrey Jarrett was a heroin addict, who’d prostitute herself to a couple of older men she knew to get the money for her fix, she even had a part time job at a strip club as a dancer. Her parents recognized this, though, as well as her bulimia. She was even dropped by Victoria’s Secret who’d only recently started using her. For five months, she was in a rehab clinic for and eating disorder and drug addiction.
At seventeen, she was released, and her mother and father had big news for her. She was moving to America. She’d spend the first two years on her own over there. She hated it, at first and was slow at making friends. She’d have awful cravings for her drug to, and sometimes she’d thought she’d cave but she was bigger than that and stuck to her regime. She’d broke things off with Falcon many months before, and she’d been told he was back in Jamaica now. Her sister had been married too, to Lawson, and just as Aubrey turned seventeen she’d become an aunt as her sister had given birth to twins – a girl and a boy – Lailah, after Aubrey, and Parker. The pair of them were beautiful and Aubrey had only seen them a few times before she left for the United States of America.
She shortly settled into the regime of American life though, and began to start up her life over there.
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[/size] hello, I'm elle[/color]. I play aubrey[/color] and his/her playmates, jeisa & bailey[/color]. I myself have seen seventeen [/color]summers and I plan to see a lot more, living the good life up in england, gmt[/color]. I've been in this part of town for four years [/color], so I know the area pretty well. oh! and did I mention that the old blair[/color] told me about this island resort? he/she's a gorgeous thing. stalk me? well, my msn's pm me for it[/color], and my email's pm me for it[/color], . but, of course, you can always PM me. au revior !"[/size]
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