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| Seth Purdue |
Posted: Jul 19 2004, 01:59 AM
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![]() Member Group: Admin Posts: 6 Member No.: 25 Joined: 18-July 04 |
<Jack... was kind of tired. Okay. He was sleeping, not wearing any shoes, and sprawled over the couch. He'd spent the last week in Germany, helping Neko and Davriel with the set up of yet another bar in the capital, and arguing with city zoners about where, exactly, the exhaust would be going. unimportant, but... tiring. Very... sleepy...>
<No snore, though. Just a faint mumble every so often.> -------------------- I don't mind the sun sometimes
The images it shows I can taste you on my lips and smell you in my clothes Cinnamon and sugary like softly spoken lies You never know just how you look through other people's eyes... |
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