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Post by Amy, Ave., Tiff., Stiff. on Jan 12, 2009 23:25:07 GMT -5
Avriletta ran half way up the wall before she slammed her fingers into it and scaled the rest of the way up to her bedroom and popped the window. The air was scentless and irritating in general to her as she sat down and huffed.
I know the radio isn't as good as it could be... but are there the- oh of coarse the tools are still here!
she couldn't be bothered to stay in more than one place and immeadiately left to play with the cars.
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