by wanda. » Tue Mar 24, 2015 9:52 am
Natasha only rolled her eyes, " your idea, your stakes."
Luke put on his faveroute hat and walked out of his house, well, manison. Grabbing his jacket, he slipped it on, carefully stepping over the form of his sleeping dog, hopping not to wake her. Too bad for him, she was already awake, barking, the silver Husky looked at him, her crystal blue eyes asking to come, he sighed. He never could say no to that dog. He proseded to let the dog loose from her chains that connected her to her shed, and attached a black lead to a pale blue collar, he then slipped the collar onto his companion and started to walk, the dog by his side.
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