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 Posted: Mon Dec 08, 2008 3:44 pm
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Posted: Mon Dec 08, 2008 3:46 pm
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Posted: Mon Dec 08, 2008 4:14 pm
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Posted: Mon Dec 08, 2008 4:15 pm
((let's see...now what?))
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Posted: Mon Dec 08, 2008 4:16 pm
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Posted: Mon Dec 08, 2008 4:21 pm
((ahahahhem!....*Don fart!*))
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Posted: Mon Dec 08, 2008 4:23 pm
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Posted: Mon Dec 08, 2008 4:26 pm
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Posted: Mon Dec 08, 2008 4:30 pm
[[ OH ********. That made me LOL.
DO IT, Princey.]]
Tiffany looked quizically, crouching down on the first floor of her shop.
She waas looking at, the wall.
There seemed to be, plaster that had not yet dried.
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Posted: Mon Dec 08, 2008 4:35 pm
Angel was surly and mad but the time he knocked at her door.
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Posted: Mon Dec 08, 2008 4:38 pm
Anthony went back to writing. He still occasionally thought about Rose.
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Posted: Mon Dec 08, 2008 4:39 pm
((Ok peoples, I'm going to make a late lunch, so my replies might be a bit slow.))
Rose soghed and started to do more paper work.
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Posted: Mon Dec 08, 2008 4:41 pm
"No ones here." Tiffany replied, staring at the wall still. She without breaking her gaze, leaned to her right and picked up a small screwdriver. With this she managed to pick at the walls.
"Bullet holes?" She asked herself quietly, too quiet so her unwelcomed customer coulden't hear.
Tiffany looked over to the stairs.
"Ace?"
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Posted: Mon Dec 08, 2008 4:44 pm
Angel shouted behind the door, "Open the door or I'll breat it down!"
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Posted: Mon Dec 08, 2008 4:54 pm
Tiffany was too distracted to answer, and in fact she didn't hear him. Slowly, she walked up the stairs, noticing the same kind of plaster marks.
She reahced the top of the stairs, to find the kettle boiling over, and the loft in a mess.
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