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Post by Darcy on Nov 17, 2010 17:35:54 GMT -5
Hows that working out for me
Caverun was joggin back to camp. Now all he had to do was wait for his..."Master" that was all. That was what he was made to do, serve his..."Master" he had no idea that he shouldn't. but he did, And now he was liking the boodied saliva off of his bruised face. "Well master, big people hate to get steeled from" he mused to his master, who was no were to be found. Cav's grammer was not all that good.
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