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 Posted: Sun Dec 18, 2011 6:41 pm
"He worked hard to stay drunk--then he made ME work hard so he could stay drunk," Roch explained with a little snort. He checked the pile of silver seeds he'd collected, then leaned down, scooping it up and pocketing. "Ready to go back to school?" he asked the pup. "I got enough to order takeout now!"
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Posted: Sun Dec 18, 2011 6:46 pm
Once again there was a head tilt. Takeout? And then at the silver seeds. Was that how everyone made money?
But he hopped off the edge of the fountain with little nod, and waited for Roch to lead the way back through the tall crowd. Sure, spending the afternoon with the reaper wasn't what he had in mind, but it turned out to be a good way to pass the time. Maybe they could be friends after all.
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