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 Posted: Sun Jan 02, 2005 11:38 am
Who's Suzie? n__n Is she good? He said picturing a world class snowboard instructor
Hmm. Paint?
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Posted: Sun Jan 02, 2005 4:04 pm
"Isn't paint toxic?"
"She is my little sister, she's so cute with her little beanie and goggles. And she is a great snowboarder."
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Posted: Sun Jan 02, 2005 4:31 pm
n__n I'll have to meet her then 3nodding I could use some help xd I admit it sweatdrop
Hmm. Not watercolor. But I dont entirely know if it would stand out against your fur.
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Posted: Sun Jan 02, 2005 4:56 pm
"Not some, alot." She said, turning to a small blue floppi.
"OMG OMG OMG! Trinity just had cacoons! They are so cute... I think..." Said the floppi, hiking up the snowbank to board to the bottom.
"See ya around Mozart." She said, quickly running in to see the cacoons.
"Nah, it wouldn't."
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Posted: Sun Jan 02, 2005 5:54 pm
"bye.."
Hmm, spraypaint?...Im running out of ideas.
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Posted: Wed Feb 23, 2005 9:27 pm
Goldie flew around, not quite sure where to go. He had gotten lost in a storm and wandered in here during his night flight. Standing on the edge of a windowsill, he tried to get the water off himself before hopping to the floor.
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Posted: Thu Mar 03, 2005 6:02 am
Goldie looked around the room. There were quite a few things in it, entertainment center and games and the like. But there seemed that no one was there. Goldie tried calling out, "Hello? Anyone here?" then started walking through the room, hoping he'd find someone somewhere else perhaps.
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Posted: Sun Mar 06, 2005 10:14 pm
"I'm here," comes a quiet voice from the sofa. There is Helena, with a book in her lap and a tear in her eye. Or was that just the light playing tricks? At any rate, she looks as if she's been there for a very long time indeed. Is that a fine coating of dust on her back? She is a forgotten creature; a crushed butterfly that nobody has mourned.
You'll have to forgive me...I'm feeling waay descriptive tonight.
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Posted: Mon Mar 07, 2005 8:47 pm
Goldie flaps his wings a bit since he is startled, but quickly recovers. "Um, hi there. I'm sorry to intrude, but the storm is pretty vicious, can I stay here until it plasses, please?"
((I like your description^_^))
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