01-15-2011, 08:10 AM
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rainbowlove table by sie
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He shrugged again, so nonchalantly despite the subject matter. “Ath long as ith not me endin’ up dead, why should I care?” he admitted. He could be a bastard at times, if need be. He had no desire to involve himself in the matters of others. He’d prefer to mind his own business and worry about his own happiness.
He was no queen king of morality, running around tending to the actions of those around him. “Pink Owsley,” he returned, adjusting the bag hanging loosely over his shoulder. “I enjoy planths,” he said, a knowing, wicked smile gracing his lips at this.
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