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Screensize: 640 x 480 800 x 600 1024 x 768 1280 x 1024 UserName: Password: Format Mode: Basic  Help  Prompt  Format: Font Andale Mono Arial Arial Black Book Antiqua Century Gothic Comic Sans MS Courier New Georgia Impact Lucida Console Script MT Bold Stencil Tahoma Times New Roman Trebuchet MS Verdana   Size 1 2 3 4 5 6   Color Black Red Yellow Pink Green Orange Purple Blue Beige Brown Teal Navy Maroon LimeGreen Message: * HTML is OFF * Forum Code is ON Smilies "...iron fences and trees growing out of grates in the sidewalk. A split grid city. A sane point of view. Transportation you could depend on. I showed up on time with no stage Mom in tow. An asset in an industry with a short list of skills. Don't sweat. Don't scratch. Don't sneeze. [i]And for God's sake, don't wrinkle the clothes![/i] I had a caseworker I never saw in six years. Her name was Cliona McRooney. I imagined her in tweed and brown oxfords, her hair in a tidy bun. I appeared calm in front of grownups. It reassured them. It let me get on with what I needed to do." "Get away with, you mean..." he says, narrowing his eyes and raising his eyebrows, but he's still on her side.