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Sept 5, 2006 13:49:55 GMT -5
Post by doreylynn on Sept 5, 2006 13:49:55 GMT -5
Pale hoove's hit the ground tearing up turf with a practiced cruel gesture. Orb's sparking Flametooth rose his her and scanned the land that romanticisem had blended as haunt of the brave, dukedom of the regal. Flamtooth's kisser's had streamed back skimming his teeth as he thought of the point of his visit. No reson to worry himself yet thogh he bent to crop the grass waiting for any future.
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