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Issue # 2, 24th - 31st October 1999
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-Live and Kicking & Kian- |
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scattered across the floor was the remains of the letter...she scrambled around pulling the pieces together. with a sigh of relief she noted the number down. 'ive been so stupid' she thought, 'i can call him, but will he remember me?, theres only one way to find out'.. she picked up her phone and began to dial the number, her fingers shaking soo much she could hardly reach the right keys. Leanne held the phone to her ear....."hello?", it was that sexy Irish accent.. "Hello?" she tried to talk "hi, Kian...its leanne" "Hiya Leanne, how are yous?" Kians voice still held concern. "I'm fine, thanks", she lied. an awkward silence. They chatted for a few minutes about what Westlife were up to..... "sorry Leanne i have to go, we are due on stage" Leanne gave Kian her number and he promised he'd call. Later Leanne sat nervously in the doctors waiting
room. "Why did you lie to me the other day?" leanne's mum asked, "you know
you can't go standing out in the cold for hours..not in your condition"
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