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 Posted: Mon Apr 24, 2006 7:15 pm
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Posted: Tue Jun 27, 2006 12:16 pm
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Posted: Sat Oct 21, 2006 7:06 am
Bluejay gracefully vaulted from one rooftop to the next, landing as gracefully as could be expected. Her hair was bound up in a ponytail tonight; she had learned her lesson about what a hinderence loose hair was in a fight. She looked out over the city, peering into the shadows as best she could. There were misdeeds being done, and if she wasn't going to right them, who else would?
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