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  • Completed Hall of Fame Re: Ravenclaw Tavern

    Selena He closes his eyes and I smile, kissing it instead.

    Jul 27, 2012
  • Completed Hall of Fame Re: The City Of Astan

    Sam I take my gun from my holster and sigh, thinking of how different this one is from my old one.

    Jul 27, 2012
  • Randomosity Archive Re: The Lounge [12]

    *nods*

    Jul 27, 2012
  • Randomosity Archive Re: The Lounge [12]

    I just spammed Blues' wall. He's gonna kill me. And I spammed Rocky. I shall do it again now.

    Jul 27, 2012
  • Randomosity Archive Re: The Lounge [12]

    I saw. Nice. : )

    Jul 27, 2012
  • Randomosity Archive Re: The Lounge [12]

    Hey, Ita. And I'll check it out.

    Jul 27, 2012
  • Randomosity Archive Re: The Lounge [12]

    Morning.

    Jul 27, 2012
  • Completed Hall of Fame Re: Ravenclaw Tavern

    Selena I giggle before burying my face in his neck, nibbling on the skin.

    Jul 27, 2012
  • Completed Hall of Fame Re: The City Of Astan

    Sam I shrug before looking back down at my phone, "Okay then."

    Jul 27, 2012
  • Randomosity Archive Re: The Lounge [12]

    *Nods* See ya later then.

    Jul 27, 2012
  • Completed Hall of Fame Re: Ravenclaw Tavern

    Selena He kisses my nose and I smile, opening my eyes to look at him.

    Jul 27, 2012
  • Completed Hall of Fame Re: The City Of Astan

    Sam I shake my head and take a sip of my water, "I...I need to fix that."

    Jul 27, 2012
  • Randomosity Archive Re: The Lounge [12]

    Oh! And I don't know how much I'll be on tommarow or Saterday. My gramma wants me do actually do stuff with her. And on saterday it's my aunts birthday ...

    Jul 27, 2012
  • Completed Hall of Fame Re: Ravenclaw Tavern

    Selena I nod and sigh, closing my eyes on a second, "I know."

    Jul 27, 2012
  • Randomosity Archive Re: The Lounge [12]

    I'm heading off now. Eyes are about to close on me. Night...again.

    Jul 27, 2012


The fellow who thinks he knows it all is especially annoying to those of us who do.
— Harold Coffin