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August 30th, 2010
zoe_torres | 04:25 pm - Re: The Next Night.... Zoe didn't spare a second of thought for the aim. She felt the rightness of it. That was how it was, how she knew it was good.
Her shot with the grapnel gun landed precisely twelve inches from Red Robin's. She readied herself and swung over in her best imitation of his swing. By the time she clumsily landed, she was cursing vividly under her breath.
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