06-29-2011, 11:14 PM
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The silver male watched the lady cry about someone that had everything that was coming to him, well earned. The weak male stood his ground as if there was nothing wrong with him other then the missing leg. He wanted to laugh in the female’s face about how upset she was over the death of such a heartless monster. "No.” The male watched her draw out the knife, he kept an eye on her knife while trying to stand his own ground. ”I could never.” There was many of times that he wished that he could have hurt the black monster, but there was something about hurting his own father.
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