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 Posted: Fri Aug 17, 2007 1:02 pm
Ok heres the setting were in a bar and the bar tender(me)is quite tired and hoping that something exsiting will happen.
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Posted: Fri Aug 17, 2007 1:47 pm
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Posted: Fri Aug 17, 2007 1:49 pm
*looking around, takes a seat*
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Posted: Fri Aug 17, 2007 1:53 pm
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Posted: Fri Aug 17, 2007 2:03 pm
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Posted: Fri Aug 17, 2007 7:34 pm
Tyrin grabbed the drink that was slid down to him. "This isn't whisky!" Her smashed the drink against the groud, and threw the barteneder some money for the broken glass.
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Posted: Fri Aug 17, 2007 8:10 pm
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