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December 13th, 2012 - 05:28 pm
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He never liked the holiday's It never really meant much to him if he could remember that is. He spent most of the time in the bar down the road...he hated not being able to get drunk.
He made his way in the large school to see a familiar red head. It was her...He pulled the fresh cigar out of his mouth as he made his way in. "Hey...you look busy." He teased. |
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