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 Posted: Thu Mar 01, 2012 3:26 pm
π¦'π³π’ α΄Κα΄‘α΄Κs π©π¦π³π’π‘ π©π¦π¨π’ π±π₯π¦π°
π¨π’π’ππ¦π«π€ π π π¬πͺπ£π¬rπ±πππ©π’ α΄
ΞΉsα΄α΄Ι΄cα΄
ππ«π‘ π²π π²π«π±π¦π© π«π¬π΄ ΞΉ'Ξ½α΄ sα΄‘α΄ΚΙ΄ π±π¬ πͺπΆπ°π’π©π£ π±π₯ππ±
π¦'πͺ π π¬π«π±π’π«π± π΄π¦π±π₯ Κα΄Ι΄α΄ΚΞΉΙ΄α΄ss β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬ β¬β¬β¬οΌ ΖΈΜ΅Μ‘ΣΜ΅Μ¨ΜΖ· οΌβ¬β¬β¬ β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬  A shiver went up the young woman's spine, causing the rest of her body to react and a gasp to escape her throat. As she walked into the store, arm in arm with Georgia, Juliana couldn't help but glance back at the outdoors one last time. The weather seemed to be darkening and getting more colder. "Meu Deus! I am completely underdressed for a storm." She thought to herself before she broke her grasp on Kartlos and scooped up a shopping basket, resting it on her right arm. Well, while she was here, might as well get an umbrella or something. Sure she loved the rain, but the rain that she was used to was warm and sensual, cold rain sucked.
Her mind began to mull over all sorts of things she will need in order to have fun at this school. She would need sunscreen, school supplies, fresh fruits and vegetables, maybe some pork or beef for dinner, oh and definitely Tequila! Not aday went by when the Brazilian beauty didn't take a shot of Tequila. It just made her loose and more fun to be around, well, that meant that she would be all over the first guy she saw with a pulse, but that's only if she had more than four or five, which she only ever did on certain occassions.
[Out.Of.Rio:]
β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬ β¬β¬β¬οΌ ΖΈΜ΅Μ‘ΣΜ΅Μ¨ΜΖ· οΌβ¬β¬β¬ β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬ I'm on my way to believing
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Posted: Thu Mar 01, 2012 3:46 pm
The State of Florida
Rutilio Acosta Carriedo
Grade 10
The Sunny Sophomore!
Florida isn't so much a place
where one goes to reinvent oneself,
as it is a place where one goes
if one no longer wished to be found.
ββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏβ Florida nearly ran into the General Store. He cringed when he heard a roll of thunder in the distance. Rutilio had no problem weathering storms. He could laugh in the face of hurricanes and triumph over most tropical weather, but that didn't mean he liked them. It would be just his luck to get struck by lightning again. The state sadly looked down at his pointer finger and sighed.
"Tampa, one day you will be the death of me..." he sighed. If the storm hit before he could get to the dorms he might need to just weather the storm here. Rutilio decided to shrug it off for the moment and snagged a basket so he could grab some basic necessities. Now then, where was the tequila...? ββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏβ <>
<> Florida has its own rhythm, too.
People go to work,
they watch their children learn and grow
and start families of their own.
They play in the sun and pass their lives
enjoying the outsized blessings
that make our state unique.
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Armelle of the Forest Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu Mar 01, 2012 4:07 pm
π¦'π³π’ α΄Κα΄‘α΄Κs π©π¦π³π’π‘ π©π¦π¨π’ π±π₯π¦π°
π¨π’π’ππ¦π«π€ π π π¬πͺπ£π¬rπ±πππ©π’ α΄
ΞΉsα΄α΄Ι΄cα΄
ππ«π‘ π²π π²π«π±π¦π© π«π¬π΄ ΞΉ'Ξ½α΄ sα΄‘α΄ΚΙ΄ π±π¬ πͺπΆπ°π’π©π£ π±π₯ππ±
π¦'πͺ π π¬π«π±π’π«π± π΄π¦π±π₯ Κα΄Ι΄α΄ΚΞΉΙ΄α΄ss β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬ β¬β¬β¬οΌ ΖΈΜ΅Μ‘ΣΜ΅Μ¨ΜΖ· οΌβ¬β¬β¬ β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬ "Well come on~" Juliana exclaimed as she took Kartlos' hand and tugged him along with he, wanting to immediately find that tequila first. She was really craving some right now. Sure she had some before the flight that took her here, but the stupid security men confiscated it from her luggage as soon as she landed. As the two walked down a hall, the young blond peered down every aisle on either side of them, trying to find the right one that she was seeking. After a few minutes, she gasped happily as she let go of Georgia's hand and skipped into the alcohol aisle, immediately veering to the tequila section that she admired so much. Her heels clicked against the linoleum floor as she moved around, looking at every bottle from the top shelf to the bottom, not caring about the many, semi-erotic positions she was putting herself in while choosing the bottle that she deemed worthy enough to go home with her.
[Out.Of.Rio:]
β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬ β¬β¬β¬οΌ ΖΈΜ΅Μ‘ΣΜ΅Μ¨ΜΖ· οΌβ¬β¬β¬ β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬ I'm on my way to believing
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Posted: Thu Mar 01, 2012 4:38 pm
The State of Florida
Rutilio Acosta Carriedo
Grade 10
The Sunny Sophomore!
Florida isn't so much a place
where one goes to reinvent oneself,
as it is a place where one goes
if one no longer wished to be found.
ββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏβ Florida walked to the tequila aisle and was greeted by the sight of a surprisingly well stocked supply of alcohol and something else he couldn't help pausing to marvel at. You didn't see nice tushes like that every day and he appreciated the view, but he wondered if it was ok to let her go on like that. If she was anything like the Southerners he'd gotten used to living with then she might not quite realize the little show she was putting on.
"If you stick your bottom out like that, someone just might try to tap it, chica," he warned her with a playful little smile as he watched the Brazilian beauty curiously. She was certainly something to behold and he glanced over at the Georgian who seemed to be accompanying her. "Or are you trying to attract a certain audience?" Maybe they were boyfriend and girlfriend. ββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏβ <>
<> Florida has its own rhythm, too.
People go to work,
they watch their children learn and grow
and start families of their own.
They play in the sun and pass their lives
enjoying the outsized blessings
that make our state unique.
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Armelle of the Forest Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu Mar 01, 2012 5:20 pm
π¦'π³π’ α΄Κα΄‘α΄Κs π©π¦π³π’π‘ π©π¦π¨π’ π±π₯π¦π°
π¨π’π’ππ¦π«π€ π π π¬πͺπ£π¬rπ±πππ©π’ α΄
ΞΉsα΄α΄Ι΄cα΄
ππ«π‘ π²π π²π«π±π¦π© π«π¬π΄ ΞΉ'Ξ½α΄ sα΄‘α΄ΚΙ΄ π±π¬ πͺπΆπ°π’π©π£ π±π₯ππ±
π¦'πͺ π π¬π«π±π’π«π± π΄π¦π±π₯ Κα΄Ι΄α΄ΚΞΉΙ΄α΄ss β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬ β¬β¬β¬οΌ ΖΈΜ΅Μ‘ΣΜ΅Μ¨ΜΖ· οΌβ¬β¬β¬ β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬ Juliana was staring at two separate bottles that she had currently in her hands, her shopping basket still dangling from the inner of her right arm when an unfamiliar voice broke her concentration. Tilting her chin upwards while still in a squatted position, her emerald eyes soon fell upon a younger student, who's comment amused her so. Her plump lips curved upwards into a playful smirk as she pushed her legs upwards, making a slight body roll, before she was standing up straight once again. A sensual chucke escaped her throat as she placed one bottle back on the shelf and instead placed the other one in her basket, her free hand now on her cocked hip. Hmm, maybe wearing shorts and a busty tube top was not the best thing to wear at the moment? Oh well, at least she was getting the attention she deserved.
"Ha! No matter how much I try, an audience always seems to gather menino." Juliana said, innocently enough, as she removed her hand from her hip long enough to flip a few curls of her golden hair behind her shoulder and out of her face. She chuckled once more as she tugged down her shorts, not wanting to look like a two-dollar floosey in front of not one, but two strapping young gentlemen. "I'm the country of Brazil, but my name is Juliana da Silva." She continued casually, now holding out her hand for him to shake. "And you are?"
[Out.Of.Rio:]
β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬ β¬β¬β¬οΌ ΖΈΜ΅Μ‘ΣΜ΅Μ¨ΜΖ· οΌβ¬β¬β¬ β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬ I'm on my way to believing
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Posted: Thu Mar 01, 2012 6:07 pm
The State of Florida
Rutilio Acosta Carriedo
Grade 10
The Sunny Sophomore!
Florida isn't so much a place
where one goes to reinvent oneself,
as it is a place where one goes
if one no longer wished to be found.
ββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏβ Rutilio supposed he could sympathize with her little problem. It was hard to be so attractive, wasn't it? Just looking at her the tan state could tell she had a tropical climate, too. He imagined that even if she tried to cover that voluptuous body of hers she would still be attracting quite a few curious looks and admirers. Such was the life of those who had beautiful, exotic beaches and extensive coast lines... Not that he was complaining, of course~!
"Mi nombre es Florida," he said with a chuckle. Ah, yes, Brazil did have a very warm climate and shaking her hand only confirmed she was most definitely a tropical nation. He tried to remember how much trading with Brazil he helped America figure out. Usually it was him who was asked to deal with Latin America given his familiarity with Spain and many of his former possessions. Rutilio could understand and identify with them better than most of the other states and he didn't mind helping Alfred out. It gave him something to do and fun people to meet after all.
"I belong to the United States of America. You may call me Rutilio Acosta Carriedo... Or just Rutilio for short." He gave her a small wink with one of his shimmering, coastal blue eyes. "I like it when beautiful women call me by my first name." ββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏβ <>
<> Florida has its own rhythm, too.
People go to work,
they watch their children learn and grow
and start families of their own.
They play in the sun and pass their lives
enjoying the outsized blessings
that make our state unique.
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Armelle of the Forest Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu Mar 01, 2012 6:43 pm
π¦'π³π’ α΄Κα΄‘α΄Κs π©π¦π³π’π‘ π©π¦π¨π’ π±π₯π¦π°
π¨π’π’ππ¦π«π€ π π π¬πͺπ£π¬rπ±πππ©π’ α΄
ΞΉsα΄α΄Ι΄cα΄
ππ«π‘ π²π π²π«π±π¦π© π«π¬π΄ ΞΉ'Ξ½α΄ sα΄‘α΄ΚΙ΄ π±π¬ πͺπΆπ°π’π©π£ π±π₯ππ±
π¦'πͺ π π¬π«π±π’π«π± π΄π¦π±π₯ Κα΄Ι΄α΄ΚΞΉΙ΄α΄ss β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬ β¬β¬β¬οΌ ΖΈΜ΅Μ‘ΣΜ΅Μ¨ΜΖ· οΌβ¬β¬β¬ β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬ When the younger gentlemen finally introduced himself to her, Juliana smirked a bit when she heard the fluent Spanish that rolled off of his tongue. Ah, so he had been under the Spanish flag at one point too, eh? Well, that means that they were in the same boat, figuratively, at the same time, once long ago. Hm, thinking back to the time when Spain was trying to pillage her coastline, she also had Portugal, France, and the Netherlands all trying to claim a part of the Brazilian beauty for their own. My, how times have changed. But the semi-sweet memory was then haulted when she pulled her hand out of his grasp, twirling a blond curl around her index finger in an almost flirtacious manner.
"Ah, Rutilio. I like it~" She flirted innocently, flashing a charming smile and a cute wink in his direction. She was really beginning to like this boy, he reminded her a lot of Spain back when he was biding for her affection. Oh how did she miss those times when everyone fawned over her like a goddess, wanting to colonize her people to create ports and civilizations and truly love her beauty for ages to come! Oh wait, after she became her own nation and put a stop to all that horrid slave trading through the East India Trading Co. that's exactly what happened! Now she's constantly loved by movie directors, superstars, and tourists alike~! "You're really sweet~" She exclaimed as she set down her basket for a moment before she stepped towards him, grasping him into a suffocating hug, nuzzling the top of his head, keeping her grasp on him constant and strong. "I can tell we're going to be the bestest of friends~!"
[Out.Of.Rio:]
β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬ β¬β¬β¬οΌ ΖΈΜ΅Μ‘ΣΜ΅Μ¨ΜΖ· οΌβ¬β¬β¬ β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬ I'm on my way to believing
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Posted: Thu Mar 01, 2012 7:32 pm
The State of Florida
Rutilio Acosta Carriedo
Grade 10
The Sunny Sophomore!
Florida isn't so much a place
where one goes to reinvent oneself,
as it is a place where one goes
if one no longer wished to be found.
ββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏβ "You have a nice name as well." Rutilio chuckled as the friendly Brazilian hugged him and he naturally hugged her back although he couldn't resist a faint blush dusting his cheeks as her coast bumped up against his own. He had to admit they were very nice and Florida knew nice coast lines.
"I think so, too, but you might want to be careful where you aim yourself unless you're looking for more American tourism," he said playfully. "Not that I am complaining, of course. I am an admirer of warm and inviting beaches~! Yours are most definitely some of the best if you don't mind me saying, Miss Juliana." ββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏβ <>
<> Florida has its own rhythm, too.
People go to work,
they watch their children learn and grow
and start families of their own.
They play in the sun and pass their lives
enjoying the outsized blessings
that make our state unique.
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Armelle of the Forest Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri Mar 02, 2012 8:58 am
 I'm a βcountryβ
Not some βstateβ Georgia
Kartlos Beridze
Sophomore I'm the βoriginalβ
He's just βfakeβ Georgia didnβt realize how cold it was outside until he walked into the nice warm store. He glanced over at Juliana, who was obviously inappropriately dressed for such weather. Perhaps I should offer her my jacket when we go back out. he thought. He followed her to the alcohol section, which seemed to bring her great joy, and honestly, he felt he could do with some as well. He watched as she grabbed a tequila, then he decided on vodka.
And there was another person, also getting tequila. Another person to make friends with? Another person flirting with Brazil for sure, but who could blame him? He smiled at the other boy, who seemed friendly. "Iβm Georgia. My name is Kartlos though, and Iβd prefer it if you called me that. Iβd prefer not to be confused with the other Georgia." he said, glaring at the thought of the American Georgia.
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Posted: Fri Mar 02, 2012 11:03 am
The State of Florida
Rutilio Acosta Carriedo
Grade 10
The Sunny Sophomore!
Florida isn't so much a place
where one goes to reinvent oneself,
as it is a place where one goes
if one no longer wished to be found.
ββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏβ Florida blinked when the European man called himself Georgia. The state could only stare at him for a moment as it slowly sunk in that he was being serious. This was the infamous Republic of Georgia who had created such a stir in the Southeast not too long ago when Russia moved tanks into his borders? Rutilio almost had a field day laughing at how distressed and paranoid Tennessee and Christian had gotten over the whole incident thinking it was the state who had been invaded without them knowing. So this was the supposed "urban legend" in the flesh! Slowly a smile etched its way across his lips.
"Georgia?" he repeated. "The Georgia?" Rutilio let go of Brazil and walked over to give the nation a good look over as if scrutinizing every little detail. He wasn't a bad looker for certain, but something about him came off as a bit plain to Florida. In a weird way it was sort of refreshing and this man certainly lacked the shota-trap look that Christian unwillingly sported. It didn't take two-three guesses to tell this man's gender, either, so good for him. Hm, physically there didn't seem to be much the Georgias had in common which was probably a good thing... but he was mildly disappointed Andrew's evil twin theory would need to be thrown out.
That glare was a bit ominous but it amused Florida to note this young man seemed to have a grudge against his fair Peaches. How funny~! "Hm... Well, you don't look like any Georgia I have ever seen... Tell me, what are your feelings on peaches?" ββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏβ <>
<> Florida has its own rhythm, too.
People go to work,
they watch their children learn and grow
and start families of their own.
They play in the sun and pass their lives
enjoying the outsized blessings
that make our state unique.
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Armelle of the Forest Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri Mar 02, 2012 5:13 pm
I'm a βcountryβ
Not some βstateβ Georgia
Kartlos Beridze
Sophomore I'm the βoriginalβ
He's just βfakeβ Georgia stared at Florida as Florida stared at him. He waited for the boy to say something, until finally, he did. "Um, yeah, I'm Georgia. I take it you've heard of me?" he said curiously. "The nation Georgia, that is." he said, just in case the state was like an evil twin, a theory that Kartlos had also considered for some time. So he was quite relieved to hear that he actually didn't look like the state. Well there goes the evil twin theory. he thought, slightly relieved. And peaches? Kartlos wondered what peaches had to do with anything. "Well, to be honest, I don't really care for them." he said, shrugging.
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Posted: Fri Mar 02, 2012 5:25 pm
The State of Florida
Rutilio Acosta Carriedo
Grade 10
The Sunny Sophomore!
Florida isn't so much a place
where one goes to reinvent oneself,
as it is a place where one goes
if one no longer wished to be found.
ββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏβ There was a major difference for certain. Florida almost chuckled at the thought of a Georgia who didn't like peaches, but only hummed thoughtfully. "What about coke? The drink, of course. Do you like to drink coke at alarming rates and quantities?" he asked curiously. "I hope you aren't prone to temper tantrums like a prepubescent girl..."
Rutilio felt a little lucky that Christian wasn't anywhere within the nearest five mile radius or somehow those comments would probably get him beaten and dumped in a ditch, but that was fine. He needed to ascertain just how different this Georgia was from the state Florida knew. This was for the sake of greater knowledge and understanding for both parties so they could better tell the Georgias apart.
"Do you secretly cross dress?" he asked. "I'm not judging if you do~! I'm sure you could pull it off if you tried hard enough... Maybe." He tilted his head to the side and eyed the man's waist. "You might not have the hips for a skirt though..."
Yes, he would most definitely be left to die in a ditch if Christian could hear him now. Not that it would have stopped him from saying it anyway~! ββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏβ <>
<> Florida has its own rhythm, too.
People go to work,
they watch their children learn and grow
and start families of their own.
They play in the sun and pass their lives
enjoying the outsized blessings
that make our state unique.
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Armelle of the Forest Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri Mar 02, 2012 6:00 pm
I'm a βcountryβ
Not some βstateβ Georgia
Kartlos Beridze
Sophomore I'm the βoriginalβ
He's just βfakeβ Georgia gave Rutilo a strange look. "Ara- I mean, no. I mean, I suppose I drink soda on occasions, but not that much." He said, accidentally responding in Georgian at first. "Wha-what? Where did you get that idea from?!" he said beginning to get a little worried. He burst into laughter at the next comment. "I would never do that!" Finally realizing where he was getting these questions from, he said. "Oh my god, is that what the state Georgia is like? And to think I was worried about him trying to copy me or something!" He laughed. This was great! [quote="Armelle of the Forest"
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Posted: Fri Mar 02, 2012 6:18 pm
The State of Florida
Rutilio Acosta Carriedo
Grade 10
The Sunny Sophomore!
Florida isn't so much a place
where one goes to reinvent oneself,
as it is a place where one goes
if one no longer wished to be found.
ββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏβ Rutilio smiled when the Georgian laughed and seemed to relax a little. "It looks like you have nothing to worry about!" he said with a casual shrug. "If none of those things apply to you, then you must be completely different from Peaches even if you have the same names. Which is very reassuring. I can only handle so many trap characters."
He beamed with his normal, sunny smile. "Since you aren't like him that also means we can be friends, si~?" he said more than asked. "If you really want to make sure no one mistakes you for him, then being friendly with me is the best way to go about it!" ββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏβ <>
<> Florida has its own rhythm, too.
People go to work,
they watch their children learn and grow
and start families of their own.
They play in the sun and pass their lives
enjoying the outsized blessings
that make our state unique.
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Armelle of the Forest Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri Mar 02, 2012 6:39 pm
I'm a βcountryβ
Not some βstateβ Georgia
Kartlos Beridze
Sophomore I'm the βoriginalβ
He's just βfakeβ Georgia grinned, still laughing at his silly thought that the state Georgia could be anything like him. "Well when you put it that way..." he joked, then said, "Well you seem like a cool guy, so why not! I could use some more friends. You're in the tenth grade too, aren't you? I'm sure we'll be great friends!"
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