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Posted: Sun Feb 01, 2009 1:00 am
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Posted: Sun Feb 01, 2009 1:08 am
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Posted: Sun Feb 01, 2009 1:12 am
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Posted: Sun Feb 01, 2009 1:15 am
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Posted: Sun Feb 01, 2009 1:25 am
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Posted: Sun Feb 01, 2009 8:13 am
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Posted: Sun Feb 01, 2009 1:03 pm
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Posted: Sun Feb 01, 2009 1:07 pm
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Posted: Sun Feb 01, 2009 1:36 pm
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Posted: Sun Feb 01, 2009 3:34 pm
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(Blegh, sorry about that. Mom made me and Emy clean the refrigerator and it took awhile. -_-. *grumbles* T__T How art thou feeling?)
Anden didn't catch the mutter as he followed, straightening his back pack, a damnably purple thing with pink spots much to his chagrin. He wondered what else the spell might have effected..who was football captain in his stead, he also wondered.. What if Theresa declined to help? Who could he get to aid him? James came to mind..just by instinct, because James..was James. His best friend, his brother. Or at least he was, Anden assumed James hated him by now despite clinging to him and Erika. But then, he didn't really have anyone else, did he? "So why'd she do this anyway? Cause I kissed her? I'm pretty sure it was her first, she seemed new." he had some..alot of experience in these matters after all.
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Posted: Sun Feb 01, 2009 3:56 pm
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Posted: Sun Feb 01, 2009 8:52 pm
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Posted: Sun Feb 01, 2009 9:29 pm
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Posted: Sun Feb 01, 2009 9:36 pm
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