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HeLl SiNgEr
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Date Posted: 19:45:52 02/04/04 Wed
Rules for war....
(*)The words were a whispered haze, almost question-esque, as she continued to be the reciever of the telling. As it rolled on, a slim simper began to maneuver its was across her ruby muzzle, orb ridges peaking. A snort left her visage in a stormy, amused haste(*)
I must say, I never did find those horses' affairs quite exciting....tasty, though.
(*)A shrug also claimed the function of her shoulder, a palm upturning and rising some in gesture(*)
At least it gave you something to do for a time. A change of airs...
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